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“Love never dies of a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness, errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds. It dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings, but never of a natural death.”
— Anais Nin
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do you see me?
first post– thought I’d share the full piece my avatar is from. and yes, that is my scanned eyeball over and over and over...
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