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Grief is a love preservative. My heart is a jar. My blood is the brine. The memory of you I steal inside.

Buried Caesar

Your trauma doesn’t build character, it builds a wall around you.
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Build Character Trauma Yourself
I don’t need you to myself in order to love you as my own.
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Love Need Order Yourself
Every single ounce of pain I have ever felt was a bend on the road that led me to you.
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Feeling Pain Road Yourself
These secrets sit sourly on my tongue. They linger the longer I go without a sip of your sweet elixir.
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Myself Perfume Secret Sweet Tongue
Be an artist in a world of content creators.
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Artist Content Creation Original
A problem shared is a problem divided. A tragedy shared is a tragedy multiplied.
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Division Myself Problem Share Tragedy
I asked you where you were my whole life and you told me that you were waiting for me.
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Life Wait Whole Yourself
I find it so much harder to breathe when I’m fighting with you. You are my air and your love is my life force.
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Breathe Fight Force Hard Love Yourself
Let me take you to a city we’ve never before been. Let us lose ourselves in old streets until we’ve made ourselves a new home.
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City Home Lose Ourselves Travel
Don’t ever think I am fragile because I asked you to handle me with care. It was not a plea, it was a warning. My strength keeps me safe but I can’t say the same for you.
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Care Fragile Safety Strength Thinking Warning Yourself
Each Act of kindness is a seat filled at your funeral, a tear dropped upon your death.
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Act Death Funeral Kindness Yourself
Hundreds of thousands of years of evolutionary training forgotten when I expose that vulnerable flesh to you.
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Evolution Forget Training Vulnerable Yourself
Your lips I see they without from me, but your eyes can’t keep a secret.
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Eyes Lips Myself Secret Yourself
Grief is a love preservative. My heart is a jar. My blood is the brine. The memory of you I steal inside.
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Blood Heart Love Memories Preservative Yourself
Reserve the language of sculpture for the art of sculpture. Lest you confuse beauty with the shape of a jaw or art with the size of a stomach.
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Art Beauty Language Reserve Sculpture Stomach Yourself
When a mother asks for a second child her body forgets the pain of the first. When I give you a second chance my heart is being forgetful.
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Body Children Forget Heart Mom Pain

Grief is a love preservative. My heart is a jar. My blood is the brine. The memory of you I steal inside.

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