Being a passionate one, I don’t merely wish for beautiful things to happen in my life—I desire them with intensity. I pour energy, love, joy, and hope into those desires. And many of them, infused with that bright, golden charge, come to life. But not all of them. Apparently, the ones that don’t make it are taken by the Little Black Man—the inner figure who quietly steals whatever I’ve made too precious.
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