Prologue.

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This is not a love story.

Trigger warning. Depression.

As someone who deals with depression and anxiety and knowing what's it's like to date someone who deals has depression and anxiety this book is from my own point of view.
I do not claim to know everything about it nor does this book romanticizes depression. Instead it gives a little insight on how people who go through what I go through view relationships. Of course Depression is singular and unique so this will not be the same for all readers. This story has been revamped in order to be correct and show how trauma when not addressed can affect our relationships. Thank you for my old readers and my new ones. It's because of you I'm keeping this book alive.

ALSO. this book is loosely based around the life of The late artist Jean-Michel Basquiat

And please remember this is not a love story.

He didn't talk much, but his eyes showed you how he felt

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He didn't talk much, but his eyes showed you how he felt. He was beautiful. Skin the color of brown sugar, and a bright boyish smile that could lighten any dark room. He had a distinct birthmark on the side of his cheek. I was in love with it. I was in love with him. Those eyes, held a story he only told me when he exhaled the smoke from his lungs. He often stared  at me complementing me on my  beauty but not the physical he was in love with my mind. He made love to my soul every night. His passion was in street art. He was an abstract artist, who would paint in the nude while i laid on our bed watching his facial expressions and every so often he'll toss his dreads from out his face. Everything was so right. But, nothing gold can stay, change is inevitable. " Never forget me." he said to me. He was soft spoken, and a little shy. "you are forever imprinted in my mind." I whispered. He kissed me deeply. I wish I would've known that would
be the last time we would know love

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P L A Y B O I CARTI
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CARTER

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