#the cake itself looks bland as hell but i think the texture of it would be incredible. we'll see

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I watched mietczynski have a breakdown while making marcinek yesterday and I think I wanna try making that cake now. the process looks absolutely painful horrid and awful and I NEED to know how it feels like on my own skin

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Time to Eat

Written by a1darkstories 

It started so subtly. It was the time where my sister invited me to her house, that Saturday night, and cooked steak for me, her husband and her two kids. She mistakenly undercooked my steak that night.

“Is there something wrong Mike?”, she asked with a fork halfway through her mouth.

I was chewing my meat. I felt juices ooze out from the meat as my teeth clamped down on it. I tasted the sweet and salty chunk of flavor twirling in my mouth. This was great. I rolled the chunk in my mouth and chewed again. The juices were sour yet tingling with flavor, and the meat rolled around my tongue like an apple in a blender. It was very tasty. I hadn’t tasted meat like this before, and on each bite I could not feel more alive, like a long enduring thirst finally, quenched.

“Nothing Jen”, I said as I enjoyed chewing and sipping the meat. “Everything’s fine. Listen, Jen, where did you buy this meat? It tastes really good.”

Jen smiled.

“From Woolies, they had a sale on it. I thought you might like it as steak.”

“Yeah, I do like it. Very much”, I said as I took another bite. “It tastes amazing!”

I enjoyed the next bite. I felt like something inside me had finally awoken. This love for this meat, this love for this flavor, this love for this texture had awoken. I immediately sliced another chunk and devoured it faster. Jen’s husband looked at me funny.

“Slow down tiger, there’s more where that came from,” he said with a raised brow.

“Sorry”, I said, with juice dripping from my mouth “It just tastes so good.”

“Thanks, Mike”, Jen said, “But I think you should slow down a bit.”

I didn’t listen to her. They watched me devour the steak like it was my last meal. The texture, the taste, the smell, all of it I loved. I didn’t care if they saw me eat funny, but I loved it. But that was when my dark path started. My niece, Anna, who was sitting adjacent to me, pointed it out to me.

“Uncle Mike. Your steak has blood.”

Everyone at the table looked at me. I looked at my plate. A small piece of the stake remained, the remnant of my rampage of food, was sitting on my plate. At the side of the meat, everyone can see blood dripping from its side. I dropped by spoon and fork, pushed back my chair and looked around.

“Jesus Mike!”, Jen’s husband said, “You ate the steak raw.”

“Are you okay Mike?”, Jen asked. I nodded. I didn’t realize that the steak I ate was raw. It tasted so firm, the flavors were there and the meat was great. “I must’ve undercooked yours, Mike.”

“I’m-I’m fine. Excuse me for a moment”. I said, standing up and headed to the bathroom.

I spat blood and saliva in the sink in Jen’s bathroom. I stared in shock in the smudge of red in the sink. What the hell was I doing? What the hell was I eating? Why did I enjoy it? I breathe in deeply and tried to focus. Relax Mike, you just didn’t notice it because Jen must’ve marinated it well that it tastes good. Maybe that’s it.

That night, I excused myself from her family and headed home. I told them I needed to rest and apologized for the weird behavior. But in reality, I kept thinking about that food. I enjoyed raw meat. I enjoyed eating it. The juices I felt were blood. The chunk was raw muscles and meat, or at least half cooked. But it was something I enjoyed. It was something I liked. It was like a creature inside of me awoken and I needed to feed it more of that stuff. That was when the urges started.

I tried eating normally the following week. But burgers, fries, and even Coke tasted bland to me. I lost my appetite quickly with cake. I threw away a perfectly good pizza slice. What was happening to me? The creature inside of me refused to eat the food I am feeding it. It wanted the same stuff. It wanted the raw texture of meat. At first, I didn’t give in. I refused to give in.

I grew skinny quickly from that time. My friends at work told me to eat more because I was wasting away. Jen was worried that she called me a couple of times during the next week. She wanted me to see a doctor or at least a dietician. But I ignored her. I locked myself up in my room. Huddled up in a corner, starving, and longing for raw meat.

I decided after two weeks of torture, I would try something raw yet civilized. I went to a restaurant and ordered some raw salmon fillet, you know those with vinegar and some spices. I took my order, waited for it, and left the restaurant. I went to the nearby park and sat on a bench. I opened my pack and took the piece out of the pack. I took the meat out and chomped on the fish. I chewed on it a moment, but the creature inside of me felt insulted. I spat the fish out. It tasted disgusting!

“Damn it! It’s not the same!”, I said “I need actual meat! Damn it!”

Every day my urges just grew. I survived with water and a bit of bread, but my cravings for raw meat was strong. It was very very strong. The creature inside of me kept clawing into my psyche, pushing me to my boundaries.

The next time I gave in to my urges was when I stole a whole pig leg from a butcher shop. I was hiding in the back alley. I was thin, and my body was wobbling around, but my mind was focused. My urges and adrenaline kept me going. And when I found my chance, when the butcher left for just two minutes, I crept into the shop, unhooked a pig’s leg and dashed out. I tossed my meat across the brick wall and climbed weakly to the other side. Thankfully the butcher was preoccupied and didn’t see me.

I then ran to a nearby alley and waited till the coast was clear. I then placed my pig leg on the concrete. It landed with a thud. It was half-frozen, but it was soft in certain areas. I stared at it with delight. My heart lifted as I stared at the dripping blood, at the light flesh. I even found delight in the smell of the leg. I licked my lips.

I went down on my knees and dug my teeth into the frozen flesh. I loved the squishing sound my teeth made as it chomped off a piece of the meat. Then I felt my body getting excited. The hair at the back of my neck raised. I felt the soft meat roll around in my mouth. I tasted the mild iron taste of the blood squishing in my mouth. I ground the meat slowly, savoring each bite, each piece and each moment. And then I swallowed. The creature inside me was happy. But it wanted more.

So I bit on the meat, I chewed and I swallowed. I gnawed on the flesh endlessly, blood and pieces of flesh splattered around. I ripped the skin and tore the meat. I was happy. I was delighted. I was an animal.

I didn’t know how long I was there in that alley. But by the time I was done, the moon was high in the sky and silence filled the streets. I breathe in as I stared at the bare pinkish bone, what was left of my meal. I smiled. My belly was full, and I could feel the creature being satisfied.

I threw the bone in the nearby trash can, went home and went to bed. I have my first pleasant sleep in a long time.

When I woke up, I felt a strong prickling thirst up my throat, as if a rat was clawing itself out of my throat. I drank water, but it did little to quench the thirst. I went to my bathroom and splashed water on my face. I looked in the mirror. And there I say that eyes were bloodshot, and I could feel myself breathing heavily. Black buttons amidst red orbs.

I don’t know why, but I didn’t get scared of how I looked. My mind was preoccupied of this new sensation, this new itch that I was feeling. The thirst was still there. Then the urges of the food returned quickly. The creature inside of me wanted more. It wanted something better. Rationality left my mind. All I was focusing on was getting new meat. But I knew that the creature won’t be satisfied with raw meat anymore. I wanted more. I wanted something better.

Then just like that, I heard my neighbors talking in the lawn. It was Rick, he said he was going to fix his bike in the garage this morning, while Aileen his wife was going to feed their dog. I smiled. I knew what I had to do.

Without putting on a t-shirt, I went through the back of my house and crept through the bushes that divided our houses. I leaped over the fence silently. In front of me was their garage, and I could hear the clanking and clamber of tools, while behind me, I could hear the dog bark and flowing of kernels. I slowly crept forward. I walked cautiously towards the garage. I poked my head inside and saw Rick, with his back against me, facing his bike.

The thirst I felt amplified. I could feel my body tense. Adrenaline was filling my blood, and I salivated. I was ready. I slowly stepped forward, grabbed a nearby wrench and advanced to the kneeling Rick. He turned around just in time for me to swing the wrench across his head.

He fell down with a thud. His body went limp. Blood smearing his face. I knelt down in front of his motionless body and smiled. This was it. I opened my mouth and dug my teeth into Rick’s neck. Flesh tore and blood gushed out like a garden hose. But I kept chewing and gnawing away on his neck. Blood filled my eyes, my face and my mouth, but I kept chewing. I kept eating. Rick lay lifeless as I ate through his face. The taste of human flesh excited me. It gave me the rush that my body needed. It quenched my thirst. It made the creature happy. I was happy. I continued on eating and eating his neck, then his mouth, then his tongue.

Then I heard a scream. I turned around, blood dripping from my mouth and saw Aileen. She froze in horror seeing her husband, bathe in blood, and his face beyond recognition. She then snapped back to reality and ran into her house. My mind was irrational. Reason dictated me to run after her, silence her, but instinct held me to my spot, and finish my meal. Instinct won. I just continued eating away on the body that was left behind.

Moments later, the police arrived. They electrocuted me and placed me in an isolation room with a straight jacket. It didn’t matter at that time. I satisfied myself for the time being so I was calm.

That was three weeks ago. I am now in the maximum security mental facility. My bloodshot eyes still remained and the creature started hammering and urging me to eat again. I was still in a straitjacket in a room with white padding. I felt myself being more feral than sane. Animalistic instinct filled me. Jen visited me a couple of times now, but all I saw in her eyes were fear. She didn’t recognize me as her brother anymore. She saw me as an animal. And I think there is some truth to that now.

You see, my urges, my instincts, and my thirst grow by the day. I am in my room right now. I haven’t eaten anything for a while now. Sooner or later, they would open the door and give me more food that I won’t eat. But when they open it and come in, my meal has finally arrived. Time to eat.

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TCM Eats: Lulu’s

Lulu’s (Allston)

In our continuing series of “Places We Try Off The Cuff Because Our Previous Choice Didn’t Work Out But End Up Being Delicious Anyway” we bring you… Lulu’s! Lulu’s is an Allston staple that provides consistently solid brunch and a consistently fantastic beer list. Should you go? Yes, of course! But why? That’s what the review is for.

We ate:

Protein Packed Omelette

Pancakes with Bacon

Cajun Tots

We drank:

Mimosa

Stoutella - Knee Deep Brewing

Angela’s Thoughts

For all my years spent in Allston, I’d never been to Lulu’s. When I wanted brunch, I’d go to @Union; when I wanted a bar, I’d go to Harry’s. Recently when we were looking for brunch on a laid-back, rainy Memorial Day, we went to @Union first… but the line was ridiculously long. We trudged through Allston, soggy and disappointed, until one of our brunch companions recommended Lulu’s. As we rounded the corner, we noticed another line; there was a crowd of people waiting at the door 10 minutes before Lulu’s opened. Fortunately, Lulu’s has a large dining room, so we joined them. If waiting in the rain outside a brunch restaurant isn’t a clear endorsement, I don’t know what is.

After the place opened, we were quickly seated and given menus. Lulu’s has a fantastic beer list, as well as the normal brunch cocktails one would expect. Though the tap list was enticing, I couldn’t quite convince myself to have a beer at 11:30AM on a Monday -- I had a mimosa instead. It was a good sized serving, about half of a large wine glass, garnished with an orange wedge. The flavor of the orange juice they used wasn’t exciting, but it didn’t overwhelm the amount of champagne. It was nicely balanced, overall.

The four of us split an order of Cajun tots to start. The presentation was so cute; beautiful, golden brown tots dusted with seasoning in a silver bucket, with a side of garlic mayonnaise. As some of you more frequent readers may know, I am not a fan of mayo, so I cannot comment on how well it paired with the potatoes. The tots themselves were fantastic, however. They were nicely cooked, and not overwhelmingly greasy. The light coating of Cajun seasoning added a nice, lightly spicy flavor, without tasting oversalted. I had a few bites of the homefries that came with Matt’s meal as well, but the tots clearly won the Lulu’s potato showdown.

I came to brunch really craving pancakes, and Lulu’s offers a chef’s choice pancake that rotates. I asked our server what the “Chef’s Pancakes” were for the day -- initially, he told me that they were orange ricotta (which sounded AMAZING), but he corrected himself later, informing me that they were s’mores (which sounded… less amazing). As I resigned myself to order something else, he told me that they could just make me plain buttermilk pancakes, and I jumped at the opportunity, adding a side of bacon.

I’m a boring person who eats pancakes without syrup; I’d like to think that makes me a better judge of the flavor balance and true merits of a pancake recipe, but take that with a grain of salt. With that said, I thought the pancakes at Lulu’s were excellent. They were large, and a bit thin, but still managed to be fluffy. They had a light sweetness to them, and felt complete, even with just a swipe of butter. I’d absolutely go back in the hopes that I could try a Chef’s special flavor that I didn’t think would be too cloying or overwhelming. Hell, I’d even go back for the plain ones!

Lulu’s ended up being another one of those “Why haven’t I been here yet?!” experiences. It opened 3 years ago and has an amazing beer list, if nothing else; I have no excuse. I see quite a few return trips to Lulu’s in my future, and I’m already looking forward to them!

Matt’s Thoughts

I’ve been to Lulu’s a few times now, and every time it’s impressed me with not just its brunch offerings (though slightly limited) but also its phenomenal beer selection. When we visited, there was something very odd going on - the line to the door had bifurcated. We walked up and balked. What do we do? Choose the shorter line, which may have just spawned as a result of a misunderstanding, but then grew out of control, or the longer line, which would, of course, mean a longer wait? We chose the shorter one. In an uneventful twist, the lines just ended up merging and we got in early enough to grab a table right off.

After an important ceremonial discussion about whether or not to get a beer with brunch, we all (well, two of us) ordered beer. Sometimes, you’ll walk into a place that has an extensive beer list, and feel like you’re speaking two different languages (looking at you, Lord Hobo). Sometimes, you walk into a place and feel like you don’t even need to say anything at all. Lulu’s is one of those places for me. Their carefully curated and cared-for beer selection shines through in their enticing descriptions, and I always find myself wishing I had enough money, and no responsibilities so that I could have the four or five I’m always trying to decide between.

This time, I went with the “Stoutella” by Knee Deep Brewing. I’d had Rogue’s Hazelnut Brown before, but I wasn’t prepared for how much hazelnut flavor was in this one. I don’t think I’d ever had a beer quite like it before. The Stoutella’s roasted nuttiness understandingly pairs well and compliments the same profile you get from the high lovibond malt used, and it all came together in harmony. Though I’m not sad to have ordered it, I think this would have really shined as a dessert beer paired with something mild like a yellow cake or some ice cream.

As a table, we made the key strategic decision to split a basket of Cajun tater tots and with garlic mayo. I’ve had Lulu’s tots before. I will have them again. They are delicious. They are the platonic ideal of tater tots. Golden, crisp, and oily on the outside, delicious potato on the inside. With Cajun seasoning. Paired with a big dunk in Lulu’s garlic mayo and you don’t need much else. I’m glad we got them, even though the basket of tots was a bit on the small side. A little more of a portion, and I think they’d be a must-buy for you potato lovers out there (who doesn’t love potatoes in some form?)

I went with the Protein Packed Omelette, which I have had before. Call me a sucker for some linguiça and you wouldn’t be wrong (that is one delicious sausage). I guess it comes with smoked bacon and swiss as well. In an omelette, the linguiça shines, providing a welcome meaty chew against the slightly tougher egg curds in Lulu’s diner-style offering. The omelette itself was cooked well (though a bit oily) and very large. I chose to go light on the Swiss, since I find too much of the stuff tends to overwhelm all other textures in the dish.

For whatever reason, I’m never too huge on Lulu’s homefries, which is odd. I love homefries. Maybe these ones are just a little too bland? It’s tough to put my finger on. I enjoy them, certainly, but don’t rave about them. Maybe they’ve lost too much of the original potato flavor, somehow? I hope I figure this one out before I die.

Said it before, and I’ll say it again - Lulu’s is great. Their brunch is tasty, their beer selection is fantastic, and every time I go I get a new beer that I haven’t had before but end up liking a lot. It’s a great place to go with a group, or for a date. Just do your best to get at least one beer.

Overall:

Lulu’s was worth waiting in the rain on a holiday weekend; what else can we say? Go for the beer, stay for the brunch! Then drink more beer. It’s a nice, lively spot with good service and a great space. If you’re looking for a hot spot in Allston, we’d recommend that you give Lulu’s a try, be it for food or a tasty beverage.

We give Lulu’s 4 delectable Cajun tots out of 5.

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So, many of you have probably looked at this title and said “WTF?! Who the hell is

SCHÄR ?

Well, to be honest I had no clue who they were until the wonderful lady at Celiac and the Beast mentioned them and did a giveaway through them. Schär is a Gluten Free bread company that I am seriously blessed to know.  I had one day entered their summer time giveaway where you could win some backyard bbq  bread.  I was like okay why not try for it. 

I was pleasently surprised when I saw that I was just one of the people chosen. The awesome people at Schär sent me a box of great smelling and looking breads from hamburger buns, hotdog buns, bagels, regular bread and even crackers like graham crackers and saltines.  I was in bread heaven and of course with my daughter being gluten intolerant she was happy too because the hamburger buns were just the right size of my thick and juicy sliders I would make her.

Everything I had been craving to eat since being diagnosed with Celiac, I was able to make, eat and ENJOY!  Now, I don’t have a picture of my grilled cheese sandwich I had made with their bread but it was great! I am very…. let me stress VERY VERY pickyy when it comes to bread and food because if it doesn’t preform or taste like it’s gluten filled counter parts I will not eat it and I will never ever lie to someone and say its good.  I have never been paid for my opinions on food and such like a lot of food reviewers are but probably because I am to honest and will not sugar coat the truth is why none of them have ever asked me, plus I am not anyone special….. why would companies care about a commoner like me right?

Now with that being said…….. I was not paid to write this or offered anything what so ever to write this but I believe in giving credit where it is due. BUT……. to Schär company there is one thing I will talk about at the end and that is the dessert. So, understand this is coming from me a person who loves to bake and cook, plus I am very picky even on my own cooking. 

Schar Company is dedicated to bring yummy, tasteful and great food to those who have Celiac or Celiac intolerance.

Schär has complete control of grain cultivation.

Gluten free eating is also based on trust. Our reliability in terms of security and sustainability is guaranteed by our direct involvement in cultivation. Schär cultivates the grains for the most important raw materials, calling upon the help of trusted and expert farmers. This means that we have complete control of all the production phases, from sowing to harvest and the end product and we can guarantee the exceptional quality of our gluten free products. All our raw materials are subject to strict testing at our quality labs, before they are used in production.

This is the only way that we can be sure that all Schär products are gluten free and:

do not contain chemical sweeteners

do not contain flavour enhancers

do not contain colorants

do not contain GMOs (Genetically Modified Organisms)

You can find out more about all their products and where to find them here ——>  Schaer Gluten Free   

They are also on Instagram, Pinterest, Twitter, and Facebook.

So, first thing that cam to my mind when I opened my box of goodies was I saw the table crackers.  I was like YES! I get to have my all time favorite thing to eat as a kid and that is Honey, crackers and butter. Can I get a YAY?  Ummmm…probably not since many people probably never did the crackers, butter and honey like I did as a child or even another staple that I loved eating as a kid was a piece of bread with soften butter spread on it and about a tablespoon of honey slathered on it! YUM!!!!

Hmmmmm…… I think I will go make one of those right now since I have the bread to do it with. I will show you all here ……………. MY Childhood Joy……………….

  Pink Panther Helping me out!

As, you can tell I love my honey and butter. Now I usually use Vegan butter called Earth Balance but because I am out of it and can’t afford any more of it from being broke and no job I had to make due with what I was given which was regualr butter. Now, don’t hate on me its not like I don’t like cream butter its just that I can tell a diference in the way I feel when I had regular butter now compared to the vegan butter.  With the vegan butter I don’t feel sick to my stomach and not as groggy. I like the lightness of it and it tastes amazing. But with that being said there is one Vegan company I have been following for a good while now that is based out of California called Miyoko’s Kitchen here is a link to their shop ———->> Miyoko’s Kitchen  from what I have read, seen on their site and watched from the live feeds they will have on their Facebook page I dream of trying their VeganButter, cheeses and dips……….Especially the Mozzarella and the Double Cream Garlic OMG!!!!! It sounds so DIVINE! But alas I have to hang my head down because one I can’t afford to order it and two they are not available even within a 50 mile radius of me. WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!Okay, enough of crying about what I can’t get right?  So, going along with the butter and bread I also like to have butter and crackers. No! I don’t put butter on graham crackers but if I had Ice cream I so would be crushing them up and making Fried Ice cream with honey, chocolate and marshmallow!  ***Sighing***

The table crackers are great and you can’t even tell they don’t have gluten in them! They come in a good size package but the great surprise is that the are individually wrapped smaller packages of 6-8 (can’t remember) with 6 long crackers in each package. Well…….. unfortunately with my love for crackers and butter they didn’t last long but only being 160 cal. per package it so was worth eating as lunch every other day.

Then yesterday for lunch was always a good standby which is Peanut butter and Jelly! This bread was great, it wasn’t dry it was soft and moist and didn’t tear when spreading either the jelly or peanut butter which is always a plus in my book especially if I wanted to have a fried PB&J! 

Now, on to the last thing……….. and like I said earlier this is  just my opinion but I figured if Schar Company see’s this they can take note to what I say, because I am so picky.

Hello its dessert TIME!! Now, if I would of had Ice cream to go with this little cake it might have made it a bit more moist.

These little babies are called Schar Gluten Free Sch’nacks. Yes, that is exactly what it says on the package!

These little snacks are only 160 calories a cake so its great for on the go, with coffee and like I said probably great with ice cream. But the one I am showing you was my last one I was saving just for this blog. *crying on the inside*

This little cake has a thin white cream layer in the middle surrounded by a flaky cake, now with that being said this is why it is good with coffee and maybe Ice cream because it is actually a bit on the dry side. The chocolate on top makes you think that with the smooth creaminess of it that the cake will be very moist like a soft sponge cake. But unfortunately its not the case here. With coffee you can dip it in and it will soak up some of that moisture with gives the cake a great flavor added to it but without having that moisture already there the cake is dry and a bit bland. I personally would like a bit more of the cram in the middle, more moisture to the cake and maybe a bit more vanilla flavor or shoot make it a coffee type snack cake aka *Mocha Snack Cake* but either way it lacks the moisture. It is still good and I do recommend it to anyone who wants something to put in their kiddos lunch pack or even in your own lunch bag or purse for a quick bite, Just make sure you have something to drink with it.

Unwrapped Snack cake

Insidce the snack cake

 As you can see it has a Soft light texture to it with the creamy milk chocolate on the outside, but its lacking the moisture on the inside. And that is the only down side of the whole thing is the dryness and lack of flavor of the cake itself. Like I said I love to bake and I miss baking since I don’t have an oven anymore, but I am again picky on my breads and cakes and one thing that always turns me off of food is lack of flavor and moisture. This can most definitely be remedied but I will take it as I can and just improve on it here at home by adding coffee to it or a bit of milk to the cake.

So, there you have it my review for Schär Gluten Free products that I have tried so far… I haven’t had the chance to try the hotdog buns or hamburger buns myself but I will soon I hope, I just need money to buy meat, I really like vegan hotdogs which is mentioned Here ——>> Vegan Hotdogs & Fast easy filling meal!  but I just can’t afford anything right now even my internet will be shut off soon. So that is why I decided to get this written up as soon as I possibly could.

Thanks so much for reading my blog, there are links to my YouTube Channel which I try to update with all randomness along with my dreams of living and teaching in Japan. But again have to get money for plane ticket, place to live and money to eat on until my first check there……. So, me loving and dreaming of Japan will have to wait a bit longer! *CRYING ON THE INSIDE*

People that have talked to me whether it be in private message or comments on my videos or other social media have said that they have never seen or talked to someone who has such passion and love for their home country that they live in or are from. (they say this to me because of my passion for Japan, it’s culture, people, food, traditions, arts and laws.) My dream is to one day also as I would live and work in Japan, is to show the world through my eyes why I am so passionate about the beautiful and mesmerizing country of Japan.  Now, some others ask me what about other Asian countries such as China, Korea, Philippines, Thailand and many others?  All I can say is this I would love to visit all these places and discover their cultures and food etc. But so far Japan has captured my heart, welcomed me there with open arms and made me feel at home…..at peace.

Again, thank you so much for visiting my blog page. If you have anything you would like me to review or just have a question or comment leave it below or shoot me a message. 

Please don’t forget me, I am right here beside you. I feel like a ghost at times screaming at the top of my lungs, “Hello!”. Do you see me? Do you know I am here? Can you here me? Do you care? Maybe I try to hard you tell me, because maybe I am just in between. I need you to see me, hear me and touch me. Please what is it you need from me, so I can be seen in your eyes, your life, your future.-by ME

Your true identity is not in the hands of other people. Your identity can never be what some other person may think about you.

Have a heart that never hardens, and a temper that never tires, and a touch that never hurts. – Charles Dickens

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