For a moment, she saw her love anxieties as resembling those of a drug addict, of alcoholics, of glambers. The same irresistible impulse, tension, compulsion and then depression following the yielding to the impulse, revulsion, bitterness, depression, and the compulsion once more...
A spy in the house of love. Anaïs Nin.
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