It should be my right to mourn someone who has yet to leave this world but no longer wants to be part of mine.
LANG LEAV
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In the wrong hands, your past is a weapon.
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It should be my right to mourn someone who has yet to leave this world but no longer wants to be part of mine.
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It is only the year that is ending. So why does it feel like the world is?
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Every day I measure the weight of my past against the present and feel the drag of what could have been.
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Don’t let them tell you that your pain should be confined to the past, that it bears no relevance to the present.
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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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We spoke once about lovers who kept finding each other, no matter how many times the world came between them. And I think I had to break your heart, and you had to break mine. How else could we know the worth of what we were given?
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The greatest heartache comes from loving another soul, they said, beyond reason, beyond doubt, with no hope of salvation.
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He gave her such gifts – not the kind that were put in boxes, but the sort that filled her with imagination, breathing indescribable happiness into her life.
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Every time I see my name, I hear it in your voice.
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Sometimes I am caught between poetry and prose, like two lovers I can’t decide between. Prose says to me, let’s build something long and lasting. Poetry takes me by the hand, and whispers, come with me, let’s get lost for awhile.
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I think there is a sense of ownership in knowing, isn’t there? You let people in, and they claim parts of you-they fly their flag over uncharted territory and from then onward-you cease to belong wholly to yourself.
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I love you, I do – you have my word. You have all my words.
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My father was a house,my mother was a home.
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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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