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Some days it felt like a burden, to smile for you. To keep the lines of worry from etching into your forehead.

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But how could I have stopped him from taking what was already his?
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Himself Limitation Stop
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
It is only the year that is ending. So why does it feel like the world is?
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Ending Feeling Myself World
Searching for the one thing, that would set my sad soul free.
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Free Oneself Sad Search Soul
You know, missing someone can sometimes be the best thing for a writer.
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Best Missing Writing 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
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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Pain Past Present Yourself
I was there in your forgetting, until I was forgot.
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Forgetting Myself
Some Time Out 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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Different Important Love Prime Time Togetherness
Knowing sleep will set it right – if you were not to wake.
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Known Right Sleep Wake Up Yourself
I want you to remember my lips beneath your fingers and how you told me things you never told another soul. I want you to know that I have kept sacred, everything you had entrusted in me and I always will.
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Fingers Known Lips Myself Remember Sacred Soul
Somehow, there is a sense of comfort in knowing nothing will ever hit me quite as hard again. Nothing will ever be as beautiful, but neither will anything hurt as much.
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Beautiful Comfortable Hurt Known Myself Willing
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
Love is a dormant volcano, lying in wait, biding its time.
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Dormant Love Silence Time Volcano
People who are prone to sadness are more likely to pick up a pen.
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People Poet Sadness Writing
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

Some days it felt like a burden, to smile for you. To keep the lines of worry from etching into your forehead.

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