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The Horrors Of War, Pale Beside The Loss Of A Mother

I Was Always Looking Outside Myself For Strength And Confidence But It Comes From Within. It Is There All The Time.

What I Have Always Wanted For Myself Is Much More Primitive. It Is Probably Nothing More Than The Affection Of The People With Whom I Am In Contact, And Their Good Opinion Of Me.

Papa Always Makes It Clear That He Would Like To Know Me As Much More Rational And Lucid Than The Girls And Women He Gets To Know During His Analytic Hours.

We Are Aware Only Of The Empty Space In The Forest, Which Only Yesterday Was Filled With Trees.