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I have had a manipulative friend like this and one day we had a big argument and he just wouldn't stop sticking th knife in one more time because I basically told him he wasn't getting any more chances from me unless he'd admit what he did and apologized. I wasn't the only one involved. I wasn't the only one to take the same stance. And of course, he revealed himself in all his glory by saying he couldn't remember quite what he'd done because he was drunk (bullshit), so he didn't trust what we told him he'd done enough to feel he must apologize. Then he also proceeded tomake it worse by turning directly to me and saying "I never expected this from you, I never thought you'd be so cruel, you of all people....you'll regret this". I never did. He's history, and I think you made the right choice. Like Clavus said, some people just like drama in their lives but not me.
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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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