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There are times
Times of happiness and times of joy. Moments that I feel like the sun.
But you can't look at the sun.
The sun
It shines so endlessly, affecting everyone it touches
It touches
But it is never touched
There is
A pulsing force
I can feel my blood
I can feel it
Circling my body
I can feel my heartbeat
In my toes
And behind my eyes
Although I'm not sure if it's my blood or the gallons of coffee and rum I pour down my throat to stay alive
There are times I smile
There are times I cry
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