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This is exactly what I wanted to hear.
One of my best friends starts to feel less like a best friend and more like a stranger everyday.
Yes, I was infatuated with you; I am still. No one has ever heightened such a keen capacity of physical sensation in me. I cut you out because I couldn’t stand being a passing fancy. Before I give my body, I must give my thoughts, my mind, my dreams. And you weren’t having any of those.
Life in Gaza
Stop beating yourself up. You are a work in progress - which means you get there a little at a time, not all at once.
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