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Can hope bloom in the shade? Can time give back what it takes away? I once saw the answers to life in your eyes; now I can remember the words to goodbye.

Stephanie Briar

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The search for external sources is nothing compared to internal forces.
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In the absence of you I look to the moon and pray that the stars light my way, too.
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I would throw down roots with you if I ever had the chance. We’d grow strong in tender shoots, and bloom in burning hands.
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He’ll keep some daying and tommorwing until he has no tomorrows left. I don’t choose that.
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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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Standing in your power scares a lot of people. You become something formidable, intimating, and aspirational all at once.
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When I was a child, I used to fear monsters under the bed. I have since learned that most monsters are found within. And they are always worth fighting.
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How do you sleep soundly, knowing you traded roses for weeds?
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You’re preserved inside of me; cadaversque. I both acquiesce and atrophy because of it.
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If we are what we love, Then I am whatever you are made of.
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The day I made peace with my pain was the day I was born again.
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Our memories lurch to a reluctant halt in their funeral march, so I can pour salt over them one last time.
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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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We weren’t written in the stars; all that glitters wasn’t ours.
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As if flesh and skin and hands are any match for bullets. As if bones won’t crack in hails of powder and lead. As if rivers of blood are not the direct result of trigger fingers that bend but do not break on “bad days”.
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To the oppressed with no seat on the table; dreaming of change and better days, I will pull up a chair, and light fires in your name.
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