♫ I wish that I could paint a pretty picture of a fantasy. And turn a feeling to a living for my family. Instead, I'll make the metals in the pigments in my reverie. And maybe that can be enough for me. Oh, isn't it funny, facing destiny? It's like a knife inside, twisting my arteries. God, I want for nothing but identity. (I think that something might be wrong with me). Cadmium red is the ground beneath. Cadmium orange, everything I see. Cadmium yellow is the air I breathe. Cadmium colors painted inside me. Ante-grade fever, 101 degrees. Shatter my body with a gentle breeze. Damn it, I am real and I have my dreams. Watch me burn brighter 'til I fail to breathe. How could anybody ever live like me? ♫

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