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Never enough

How often I pushed your nose away, or even went into the bedroom and closed the door after me. All to escape your incessant demands for love. I, who had hardly ever been loved and least of all unconditionally, did not know how to give love. And least of all to you, who could never get enough.

You were like Mary Poppins' bag, no matter how much love I gave you it never filled the bag up. We had a few years of that until finally, both you and I filled each other up.  

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