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Thoughts on love, number 3.14~

Sometimes love is hardest when you yourself know you're miserable for whatever reason and you try your damnedest not to inflict yourself on the one you love - and ultimately fail.

I think that's the most self-condemning, helpless feeling of all.

Thankfully, there are apologies.  However, they seem so frail compared to the weight of misdirected anger.

~w

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