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I wanted you to love me, so I became everything you love. I was gentle, caring, sensitive, easy going. But I’m not going to be that person anymore. I realised I was nothing but a colouring book to you. I’m not some object for you to recreate, I’m someone for you to appreciate. I don’t want to be your colouring book anymore. I want to be someone else’s story book, where we both write the ending we both want.