The thought of you having to try hurts because it feels like you should have known to let me go before you grabbed ahold.
RENEE STONEI bear the fruits of your memory in the expression of my art for that is what you gave to the world.
More Renee Stone Quotes
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I don’t think anyone really gets my attachment to the little things. They call it insignificant and say that it is what it is. I think it all adds up to what we stand for. The little things add up to something meaningful and so does the complacency.
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We walk in circles, never knowing when to end the cycle our hearts put us in.
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I wish you could feel it when it’s dark at night, and I think of you when I pass the streetlights. But I know you feel the care without me being there.
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Somewhere the silence resonates, the clutter clears, and you’re set to start again.
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I bear the fruits of your memory in the expression of my art for that is what you gave to the world.
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You wonder why you didn’t do it sooner – why you didn’t clear your mind when the clouds loomed.
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I overwhelmingly write from sadness – in songs, in prose, in verse.
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Tell me I’m sun-kissed, but you burn my skin. And you already told me, I was paper thin.
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Flowers crown her with thorns, keeping her mind entrapped in a garden of lies – guarding her mind.
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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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I search for comedy scripts, I watch happy shows, In hopes that laughter will be the remedy I end my day with.
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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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I can’t take it all in or else I’ll grow cold when the heat already escapes my fingers and toes.
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I carry on knowing that when I deteriorate, my body will be a museum of all I can do and all that hindered me.
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I spill words among pages so that I can’t say my thoughts are stuck in cages. Can’t say I didn’t let it out when I can say for sure I wrote it down.
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