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I am strong. My heart still hopes. My mind still dreams. My soul still craves pouring energy into everything that I love.

Stephanie Briar

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In my dreams you conjure me like a spell in the night. Let us haunt one another with uneasy peace, and die burning alive.
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I count the stars from whence we came. I name them all for you; my flame.
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Stop accepting abstract noun love. Real love is always action verb.
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You could not keep me fed by throwing me bones and empty promises. I am ashamed to admit how much starving I did before I finally left.
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You’re preserved inside of me; cadaversque. I both acquiesce and atrophy because of it.
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I am strong. My heart still hopes. My mind still dreams. My soul still craves pouring energy into everything that I love.
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I don’t know how to put my love down, or to keep holding too much of it.
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Our story bleeds from my eyes until I cannot tell the stars from streetlights.
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Some days, my mind will still be in prison, but I will live in spite of it. I unlearn how to swim; I trade my gills for lungs and wings.
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The glint of mischief in your eyes is the flint in my matchstick. Striking; always this close to igniting.
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Love me until oblivion paints your portraits on my eyelids, sinking by eons into distance that never separates us.
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I was looking for you in all the places our love used to be. When all along I should have been looking for me.
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The day I made peace with my pain was the day I was born again.
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Your darkness does not scare me, nor will I run from you; like a star, I’m falling for the phases of your moon.
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