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I don’t think all writers are sad, she said. I think it’s the other way around- all sad people write.

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Fear isn’t a reason when it comes to love–it’s an excuse. Anyone who has ever been in love will tell you that.
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Excuse Fear Love Reason Yourself
I was coming to the end of a difficult period in my life, though when the end isn’t in plain sight, you don’t realize how close you are.
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Difficult End Hard Time Life Realize Yourself
Here’s the story of my life. Hoping they would care about me or wishing they wouldn’t care so much.
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Care Hope Life Myself Story
The time may not be prime for us, though you are a special person. We may be just two different clocks, that do not tock, in unison.
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Clock Different Person Prime Time Yourself
A book travels for days, for years, sometimes for centuries to meet you at an exact point in time.
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Book Point Reading Time Travel
In a sea of strangers, you’ve longed to know me. Your life spent sailing to my shores.
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Known Life Sailing Sea Shore Stranger
You are a writer bleeding words onto a page. And the ones who hate you will trample on that page. And the ones who love you will cut you, to keep you bleeding.
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Blood Page Writing Yourself
There are many things in life you can postpone, but love isn’t one of them.
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Life Love Oneself Postpone
And I told him, if I am so hard to love, then let me run wild.
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Hard Love Myself Run Wild
Summer was felt a little more; in autumn I began to fall. When winter came with all its white, you were mine to kiss goodnight.
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Autumn Beginning Feeling Kissing Myself Summer
Understand that we must lose our way, over and over, before we can find the best version of ourselves.
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Best Lose Lost Ourselves Understand Version Way
But how could I have stopped him from taking what was already his?
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Himself Limitation Stop
I wish I could put a pen in your hand and gently remind you how the world has given you poetry and now you must give it back.
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Hands Poetry Reminder Yourself
For she is his poet, and he is her poetry.
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Herself Himself Love Poet Poetry
We had no ending, no said goodbye. For all my life, I’ll wonder why.
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Ending Life Myself Wonder
The distance from you is measured in how far I’ve come.
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Break Up Distance Measurement Myself

I don’t think all writers are sad, she said. I think it’s the other way around- all sad people write.

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