There were always in me, two women at least: One woman desperate and bewildered, who felt she was drowning; and another who would leap into a scene as upon a stage, conceal her true emotions because they were weaknesses, helplessnesses, despair, and present to the world only a smile, an eagerness, curiosity, enthusiasm, interest.
Anais Nin
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