I am hurting. I am angry. I am one hundred and thirty-two synonyms of regret, but atleast its proof that I was here.
HANNAH PEARLYour voice causes a power surge that courses through the veins, feeds off bones, minors in replay.
More Hannah Pearl Quotes
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I miss you a little less each day. You’re just a faded memory now – delicate; tucked away.
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You are worthy of feeling incredibly and unapologetically alive.
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I’m from a state that houses too many cornfields and a town that no one takes seriously- in a home where glass cuts hurt less than deeply wounded words.
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Indigo child, you hid secret under graves, picked at the lamb stuck between teeth, felt around for monsters we once reaped. But the monster turned out to be free.
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I waited, quietly listened, cupped my ear to your mouth, but silence echoed grievously in the absence of sound. It was only warm breath and then emptiness.
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If I had a wishing well, I’d wish you well. That the skies hold the key to all you’ve ever wanted, with or without me.
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I’ve been afraid to look at the woman in the mirror. Everyday she looks less and less like me. It makes me wonder if I’ll ever find my way back home.
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My god is a moment, a whimsical idea, a whisper. A hope bending itself into a prayer.
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Needle in a haystack, a small town on a roadmap, searching for you through the abstract- how incredibly hard to find.
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Caution! This vehicle stops quite frequently when overwhelmed.
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If y’all like spooky season just examine my brain. It’s plastered across this page on display.
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Some days, my mind still flickers, but the light doesn’t stay on. Kind of like the hope I felt when your fingers squeezed my palm. But they simply call that a reflex.
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I wish I could bottle up this scent for winter days when it feels like this town will never see sun again.
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Surely I could never be certain of how many stars I’ve counted in the sky or of how such tiny particles can be build into wild-eyed stories like Aquarius and Cassiopeia. I could read you as I would the constellations and never tire.
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I’m used to falling, calling out timber right before the impact.
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