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You are a writer bleeding words onto a page. And the ones who hate you will trample on that page. And the ones who love you will cut you, to keep you bleeding.

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I loved you once and now I must spend my whole life explaining why.
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Break Up Explanation I Love You Myself
But tomorrow, tomorrow could be different, and that is what keeps me going today.
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Belief Future Hope Myself
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
I am already nostalgic for what we have, even with you still here.
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Gratitude Myself Nostalgia Relationship Yourself
I know there is a terrible distance between us. But our bodies are made of stardust, and we are hurtling through space and time, toward the most beautiful collision.
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Beautiful Body Collision Distance Hurt Known Myself Space Time
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
Before I fell in live with words, with setting skies and singing birds – it was you I fell in love with first.
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Fall Love Myself Sky Word
In time she will learn, not to miss them.
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Herself Learning Missing Time
One day you meet someone and for some inexplicable reason, you feel more connected to this stranger than anyone else.
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Connection Day Feeling Oneself Reason
I used to think people were like lighthouses. That they were there to protect you. But they’re no. People are lime whirlpools. They pull you in; they drag you under. You have to work so hard just to keep your head above water.
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Deep Hard Lighthouse People Philosophy Protection Safety Struggle Thinking Water Yourself
He and I 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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Existence Myself Silence
Some days I feel like my soul is being pulled in one direction and my heart in another.
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Day Direction Feeling Heart Myself Soul
When two souls fall in love, there is nothing else but the yearning to be close to the other. The presence that is felt through a hand held, a voice heard, or a smile seen.
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Fall In Love Feeling Hands Presence Smile Soul Voice
Sometimes the loneliest place to be is in love.
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Lonely Love Place Time
And I sighed and wept for what could not be–and for all that could have been.
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Cry Dream Future Myself Sadness
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

You are a writer bleeding words onto a page. And the ones who hate you will trample on that page. And the ones who love you will cut you, to keep you bleeding.

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You are a writer bleeding words onto a page. And the ones who hate you will trample on that page. And the ones who love you will cut you, to keep you bleeding.

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