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Sultana, don't worry too much about this woman, from what I have read here, she doesn't sound like someone worth knowing. That may be harsh but I have had a friend like her, who is no longer one, though I see her on occasion through mutual friends and we are polite to each other, and it all boils down to her insecurities and paranoia. This so-called friend of mine once got angry at me because of my disagreement with another friend and I tried my best to sort the situation out and ended up apologizing to the friend I'd had a disagreement with, but even this was not enough and my so-called friend didn't speak to me for 3 months. Not normal. Anyway, rambling but I know what you're feeling and my ex-friend went on to do similar things to other friends of mine who decided they could be bothered with her whims and tantrums.
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Whether we write or speak or do but look
We are ever unapparent. What we are
Cannot be transfused into word or book.
Our soul from us is infinitely far.
However much we give our thoughts the will
To be our soul and gesture it abroad,
Our hearts are incommunicable still.
In what we show ourselves we are ignored.
The abyss from soul to soul cannot be bridged
By any skill of thought or trick of seeming.
Unto our very selves we are abridged
When we would utter to our thought our being.
We are our dreams of ourselves, souls by gleams,
And each to each other dreams of others' dreams.
Fernando Pessoa, 1918
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