quotism

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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kdsop29 August 15 2005, 13:08:23 UTC
yeah, I know where you're coming from. I liked the overall feel of it though.

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kdsop29 August 15 2005, 13:09:49 UTC
add me? :D

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