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I am alone here.

Without much light in me.

It has started to fade.

It either burns too bright.

Or not bright enough.

I am never enough.

Not for myself.

Not for my family.

Not for my friends.

Not for my love.

Why am I not ever enough?

Either I give too much or not enough.

I can never get it right.

Is it me?

Am I just wrong?

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