In love ... One can be tolerant of a lot of things...
But one cannot be tolerant of the diminishing of oneself...
It catches up you see...
When you feel yourself being whittled away little by little
Something inside you speaks up ... A distant voice.. a cry for Survival... Primal in its essence ..
That is the key...
To holding on to yourself
Irrespective of anything you may endure
Instinct.
And the will to survive.
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