The purpose of the false self is to defend against pain - not deal with reality — Robert W. Firestone
The purpose of the false self is to defend against pain - not deal with reality — Robert W. Firestone
The purpose of the false self is to defend against pain - not deal with reality — Robert W. Firestone
The purpose of the false self is to defend against pain - not deal with reality — Robert W. Firestone
The purpose of the false self is to defend against pain - not deal with reality — Robert W. Firestone
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The purpose of the false self is to defend against pain - not deal with reality

— Robert W. Firestone
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