"I know what loves are trembling into fire; how jealousy shoots its green flashes hither and thither; how intricately love crosses love; love makes knots; love brutally tears them apart. I have been knotted; I have been torn apart" (Woolf, 214
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Hey, do me a favor and check out "It Could Happen to You" and the "Excerpts from Stories of Dating Violence Survivors". Comments are welcome
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