i basically assume that people don’t like me unless they explicitly tell me they like me and then periodically remind me
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“It is she, the nymph of unquiet and despair, whom night and the river bring. Sorrow from silence rising frantically, nymph of the dark night whose despair and rage only the moon-cold and night-cold assuage.”— Marya Zaturenska, from Collected Poems; “Gold Showered into the Water,”
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