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“You will never be enough,” I tell them matter-of-factly.   
  Here in the garden, kaleidoscopic. Here where I took and ate, saccharine. Here she was born.   Let me go  Please stop it.    My veins crepuscule. Eyes dark  Lips dark
Black Coffee, no cream. Blending of a dream Blackness with a gleam A smile with a beam A day turned supreme With Black Coffee, no cream.   Black Coffee, not lean. Yet pure and pristine
Sometimes I get in my feelings, for no reason. Just a thought can shift my entire mood. I can be happy one moment then depressed the next. I have issues. I guess that's called bipolarism.  
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