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When words run dry, he does not try, nor do I. We are on par. He just is, I just am and we just are.
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Dry Existence Himself Myself Run Word
There are things we sacrifice for love, that we willingly give. But no one who loves you will ever ask you to give up more than you are willing.
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Give Up Love Sacrifice Willing Yourself
Where are you?” She asked. “I have been searching all my life.” “Stop looking for me,” Love replied, “and I will find you.
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Finding Life Love Myself Searching
She was the book that was not written. The sentence that was not scripted. She was the word you wished you could have said.
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Book Scripture Word Writing Yourself
The words I heard from you today, are said when there’s nothing left to say. What I would give to make you stay, I would give it all away.
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Break Up Day Love Myself Stay
I wanted everything because I didn’t want anything enough.
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Desire Enough Myself
You won’t hear from me again after today, and I don’t want you to worry. I’ll be okay. Because I have to be.
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Break Up Leave Myself Worry
There is a savagery to what you feel. It eats you up inside. But you will get through it; you don’t need his mouth to placate you. You don’t need his hands to untangle the butterfly knot in your heart. Your love is a fire that will burn itself out. Let it ravage you.
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Feeling Heart Love Need Savage Willing Yourself
You must emerge from adversity, scathed but victorious to tell your story and, in turn, light the way for others.
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Adversity Light Story Victory Way Yourself
To love is a dare, when hope and despair, are gates upon it hinges.
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Dare Despair Hope Love
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
There are things I miss that I shouldn’t, and things I don’t that I should. Sometimes we want what we couldn’t, sometimes we love what we could.
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I Miss You Love Philosophy
When in truth, it is the transparency that kills you. The pain of seeing through to something you can never quite touch.
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Pain Quite Touch Transparent Truth Yourself
Strange how it mattered so much, when now it matters so little.
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Important Strange Value
And you said ecstasy was a storm cloud, just before the rain would burst into the night sky, like a thousand aquatic stars-and not one single moment before.
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Burst Cloud Moments Oneself Rain Storm
you cannot control the depth of a wound another inflicts upon you.
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Depth Inflict Wound Yourself

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