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watching another person fumble and slip up with their affection - it reminds me of a younger and clumsier me
"We are like sculptors, constantly carving out of others the image we long for, need, love or desire, often against reality, against their benefit, and always, in the end, a disappointment, because it does not fit them."
- Anaïs Nin
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