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Making foes of friends, and potential friends, is the art of a moron.
By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, September 6, 2020.
I spent my lifetime learning how to safely remove the dagger from your heart, only to find that upon the final healing stitch that it had been implanted in between my shoulder blades. I had embraced a friend yet was always seen as a foe. The bond I assumed was there, was not. And soon one finds that things that hurt too much, soon don't hurt at all. What was warm becomes cold.
By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, September 6, 2020.