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One of my most embarrassing moments involved getting between my ex and a bouncer at a club we were leaving who decided to pummel him. I was the girl screaming outside the disco for him to stop...worst thing is he wouldn't he just kept getting more worked up about it, and so the police had to come and cuff him so he would calm down. Luckily they let us go after that. Of course the bouncer disappeared before the police came around. I looked pretty stupid and almost got bashed too. Never again.
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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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