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A problem shared is a problem divided. A tragedy shared is a tragedy multiplied.

Buried Caesar

Nothing is ever black and white but I’m sick and tired of all the grey area.
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Black Myself Sick White
Be patient without being blind. Wait for what is worth waiting for but don’t wait for what’s not there.
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Patience Wait Wisdom Worth
Hope is a drug that makes fear little quieter.
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Drugs Fear Hope Quiet
The fear that I would one day run out of things to say to you became the hope that soon I can sit in silence with you.
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Conversation Fear Run Silence Talk Voice Yourself
When a mother asks for a second child her body forgets the pain of the first. When I give you a second chance my heart is being forgetful.
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Body Children Forget Heart Mom Pain
Be an artist in a world of content creators.
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Artist Content Creation Original
What good is forever when all we have is now?
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Forever Goodness Time
Curves on a body are invitations to desire. Embrace them wherever they are.
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Body Desire Invitation Self Love Sex Temptation Yourself
Let me take you to a city we’ve never before been. Let us lose ourselves in old streets until we’ve made ourselves a new home.
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City Home Lose Ourselves Travel
Find yourself a friend who makes you let go of secrets you didn’t know you were keeping.
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Friendship Secret Yourself
You ask me what is love and I’ll tell you I know not. You ask me if I’ve loved and I’ll tell you I once did. You ask me how I know I’ve loved and I’ll tell you I just know.
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Love Myself Question Unknown
Reserve the language of sculpture for the art of sculpture. Lest you confuse beauty with the shape of a jaw or art with the size of a stomach.
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Art Beauty Language Reserve Sculpture Stomach Yourself
Every single ounce of pain I have ever felt was a bend on the road that led me to you.
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Feeling Pain Road Yourself
My hands reached your body like braille, and your curves and edges tell a story of beauty and grace.
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Beauty Body Curve Grace Hands Myself Reach
A problem shared is a problem divided. A tragedy shared is a tragedy multiplied.
BURIED CAESAR

Division Myself Problem Share Tragedy
The eye of the storm is the stillest part. There is calm at the centre of a cyclone. There is hush in the middle of a hurricane. The window of joy we shared was the eye of our storm.
BURIED CAESAR

Calm Eyes Ourselves Share Storm Window

A problem shared is a problem divided. A tragedy shared is a tragedy multiplied.

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