This is a stroke of genius,
but that does not make sense to me,
I don't need to be saying stuff like that,
I am not a painter,
that has no importance or relevance to me,
to what I am capable of,
or what I should be doing in my life,
with my life,
and I did not like talking about the word stroke,
stroke had a negative connotation,
and I knew I was not the only one who thought of it,
or would think it in years to come,
and it was odd to me that you did not think the same,
this was when I resented your candy coating,
and your telling me there was a reason for everything,
it smelled as bad as it sounded,
dismal,
stingy,
fake even---
so I turned my back on you,
over the side of the bed,
with my face in my own pillow
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