Flowers crown her with thorns, keeping her mind entrapped in a garden of lies – guarding her mind.
RENEE STONEWe walk in circles, never knowing when to end the cycle our hearts put us in.
More Renee Stone Quotes
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When you and the world are out of breath, take the steps to ensure your own needs are met. By the moment you know someone can’t on their own, you’ll hopefully be ready to help.
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They tell me summer is coming, and soon we’ll be dancing on the shore. Waiting for the moonlight to light me up amongst the starlight.
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And so, my ‘What if’s’ became ‘What’s next?’
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We walk in circles, never knowing when to end the cycle our hearts put us in.
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People struggle with words that spill and overwhelm you because they themselves are sinking.
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I escaped the voice of darkness that was as pervasive as the silence that has come to replace all the words you had misplaced.
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I hide myself in the galaxies of my creations – unsure of who I am beyond that.
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I want to tell them how tired I am because I don’t think it shows. But maybe it’s the same for them – all strangers to the weight each of us carries. So alone, we carry these loads.
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Somewhere the silence resonates, the clutter clears, and you’re set to start again.
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The thought of you having to try hurts because it feels like you should have known to let me go before you grabbed ahold.
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I still have a scar from the time someone said, ‘Sometimes love isn’t enough.’
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It’s really hard to grow up wanting to provide people with resources and support and realizing that while I can and will do that – I also need more than I thought I would.
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I overwhelmingly write from sadness – in songs, in prose, in verse.
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The free for all of love – these tiny acts within our capability. In turn, reciprocation is of no concern. We just want people to listen and learn that love is granted to all.
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My words decay. I grow as they fray, unbecoming in the passage of time.
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