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Sometimes I feel as though that's what I've been looking for my whole life. Just something solid to hold on to.
In reality, life was difficult, and there was seldom a time when everything was all right.
The past isn't useful until its place in the present is found.
Who was it who had said that a normal person need not recognize his or her own madness because it had been deeded to the surround?
Love may occasionally allow a reasonable view of its object, but the need to be in love is blinding.