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That’s the thing about writers – on one hand everything is sacred to them, but, on the other, nothing really is.

Lang Leav

I do know there are all kinds of barriers to love. I do believe the world needs less of them.
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Barrier Kind Love Myself Need
I’m the one having to pander to you. I’m sick of being the one doing all the chasing. I’m not asking you to make me a priority – I know you’ve got a lot going on. But at least meet me halfway.
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Chase Myself Priority Sick Value
What is she like? I was told – she is a melancholy soul.
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Melancholy Sadness Soul
But when I look at you, I just know instinctively, that despite the odds against you and although life will always find a way to test you, someday you’ll have everything you want. Your ending will be a happy one.
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Ending Finding Happiness Known Life Myself Way
We all have moments of darkness, moments when we are so unlike ourselves. And like vultures they wait for a slip, a misstep, then they take that part of us and try to convince the world that is all we are.
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Darkness Moments Ourselves Vulture World
You can’t borrow from the future, to make up for the past.
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Borrow Future Motivational Past Time Yourself
It was like being seen after a perpetual darkness, I replied. To be heard after a lifetime of silence.
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Darkness Heard Life Reply Silence Time
I build my walls from the mess they leave.
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Build Leave Mess Myself Wall
I don’t think about myself as much as I used to. I guess that’s a good thing. I only think about the things that are missing from me.
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Goodness Missing Myself Thinking
I used to think I couldn’t go a day without your smile. Without telling you things and hearing your voice back.
LANG LEAV

Day Love Myself Smile Thinking Time Voice Yourself
The feeling is like the ocean. Sometimes calm and still; other times, it’s a hurricane.
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Calm Feeling Hurricane Ocean Time
The ache will always be there, but the intensity will fade, and you’ll find other beautiful things to fill your days with.
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Day Finding Heart Break Intense Yourself
He swept in like a tsunami, wave after wave, and I didn’t stand a chance. All those warnings, all the things they tried to prepare me for-lost in an instant-to the enormity of what I felt.
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Deep Feeling Love Preparation Stand Wave
Have you ever loved a rose, and bled against her thorns; and swear each night to let her go, then love her more by dawn.
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Herself Let Go Love Morning
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
Hands are no longer hands. They are caresses. Mouths are no longer mouths. They are kisses. My name is no longer a name, it is a call. And love is no longer love – love is you.
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Call Hands Kiss Love Name Relationship Yourself

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