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Of all the places I could be, I chose to be here. I chose this winter wonderland and I wished to be far away from all the stress of familiarity.

Of all the people I could be, I chose to be me. I chose to real and I wished that I could burst my bubble of fear.

Of all the the things I could study, I chose to study you. I chose the colors and vivid dreams and I wished that I could be just as important as you.

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