Aug 10, 2005 19:15
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of withering, of tarnishing.
- Anais Nin
Oh Anais, ain't it the truth.
Yeah, that's about it.
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