“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 witherings, of tarnishings.”
Anais Nin
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 witherings, of tarnishings.”
Anais Nin
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