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those who love us best.

There's one sad truth in life I've found
While journeying east and west -
The only people we really wound
Are those we love the best.
We flatter those we scarcely know,
We please the fleeting guest,
And deal full many a thoughtless blow
To those who love us best.

-Ella Wheeler Wilcox

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  1. Yes we tend to hurt the ones who are closest the most. I think its because we open ourselves to those people, they know our shortcomings. That's just human nature. People we don't know we probably give to much credit too. I've been through that myself. My goal for the future is to appreciate those people who are close. I think it takes some work to do that sometimes.

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