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I write because suicide is no longer an option.

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If I had known our last kiss was to be our last kiss, I would have kissed you as if it was our first.
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You were a lifetime ago, yet here I am, still pulling pieces of you out of me.
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She tasted like wildflowers; crushed, wet wild flowers carried in sticky palms through farmers’ fields, just before dawn.
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Sometimes love is nothing more than a sticky web; illusions spun, from clever minds and bitter hearts.
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Every now and then even the sweetest souls burn it to the ground, just to remind the rest of them who exactly they are fucking with.
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Be bold, child. You are rare and you are brazen light.
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Some souls were never meant to be content.
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I like my soul when it touches yours; winter turns to summer and my nightmares become dreams.
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I swear if I were to rip myself open, it wouldn’t be blood that poured out of me, it would be him.
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She is of the strangest beauty and the darkest courage, and when she walks with intent the earth trembles beneath her feet.
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How recklessly we turn from strangers and blindly back to lovers, to nothing.
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I breathe him in so deep that when he is gone I exhale and taste him again.
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Breathe End Himself Leaving Taste
Poetry is the loveliest art. It has a wretched way of revealing our own character when we think we are judging the poets.
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I have known love and I have known loss, but in the end, they both looked a lot like you.
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He left love letters at my door, and a chalk outline on the highway.
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And now I wander. Forever searching for the pieces of me I should have never given away.
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