So full of artless jealousy is guilt,
It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.
-William Shakespeare
Just when I thought it was getting better, it got three times worse.
I keep having dreams. Not just every once in a while, but every night for the past five nights.
It is as if a towering wave has come crashing down upon me, sweeping away my footing.
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It is in you, like an instinct, your intution, and you will know, and you will reach.
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