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Here and now I love you, for the moment you have my heart. But you are entitled to my future, you have no ownership of my past.

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It’s so dark right now, I can’t see any light around me. That’s because the light is coming from you. You can’t see it but everyone else can.
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Darkness Inspirational Light Motivational Myself See Yourself
What I feel for you is at once the expression of language and the absence of it.
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Absence Expression Feeling Language Myself
And the weather was so damn sick of being predictable; I heard it began snowing in the Sahara and I wanted to tell you that I’ve changed.
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Change Myself Prediction Sick
Remember, your words are your power. Never forget your words.
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Forget Power Remember Word
But you’re not the kind of girl who builds her house from sticks; you are a fortress, stubborn and strong. Do not give away the keys to the kingdom to anyone less than a king.
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Build Home Kind Strong Stubborn Yourself
I think the mysterious pull that draws you to another person is identical to the one that moves our eyes upward to the stars.
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Identity Mystery Stars Thinking Yourself
In many ways, a book is, in itself, a tiny universe. Each page is like a newly formed galaxy, fashioned from a single, pulsing thought. A book travels for days, for years, sometimes for centuries to meet you at an exact point in time.
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Book Fashion Love Myself Point Time Togetherness Universe
My indecision. I wanted everything because I didn’t want anything enough.
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Decision Enough Myself
I’m a stranger in my own life.
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Life Myself Stranger
It was the year you learned that shooting stars were either a blessing or a curse, depending on what you wanted to believe.
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Believe Blessing Curse Learning Yourself
You can’t borrow from the future, to make up for the past.
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Borrow Future Motivational Past Time Yourself
Strange how it mattered so much, when now it matters so little.
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Important Strange Value
That’s the thing about writers – on one hand everything is sacred to them, but, on the other, nothing really is.
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Hands Oneself Sacred Writing
To love is a dare, when hope and despair, are gates upon it hinges.
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Dare Despair Hope Love
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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Deep Myself People Poet Sadness Thinking Writing
I was there in your forgetting, until I was forgot.
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Forgetting Myself

Here and now I love you, for the moment you have my heart. But you are entitled to my future, you have no ownership of my past.

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Here and now I love you, for the moment you have my heart. But you are entitled to my future, you have no ownership of my past.

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