They All Told Me I Was Much Too Dependentthat The Way That I Loved Was Suffocatingi Began To Believe
they all told me i was much too dependent that the way that i loved was suffocating i began to believe it i held back my love and adoration when there was nothing wrong with my affection there never was
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Albert Camus
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Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
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