Hopeless heart that thrives on paradox — that longs for the beloved and is secretly relieved when the beloved is not there.
Hopeless heart that thrives on paradox — that longs for the beloved and is secretly relieved when the beloved is not there.
Hopeless heart that thrives on paradox — that longs for the beloved and is secretly relieved when the beloved is not there.
Hopeless heart that thrives on paradox — that longs for the beloved and is secretly relieved when the beloved is not there.
Hopeless heart that thrives on paradox — that longs for the beloved and is secretly relieved when the beloved is not there.
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Hopeless heart that thrives on paradox

— that longs for the beloved and is secretly relieved when the beloved is not there.
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Are we all living like this? Two lives, the ideal outer life and the inner imaginative life where we keep our secrets? — Jeanette Winterson, Sexing the Cherry
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