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Turning pain into poetry turns rainy days into rainbows and raw dirt into meadows.

K. Mckee

Hold her hand if you like but she’ll rather you hold her heart.
K. MCKEE

Hand Heart Herself Hold Love Relationship
We don’t truly know anyone or everything if we did, we wouldn’t need books.
K. MCKEE

Book Need People True
Sometimes, we must take risks, don’t lie awake one day when you are 80 years old wondering what if…
K. MCKEE

Life Regret Wonder Yourself
People will leave throughout your life. You can turn that empty space into a graveyard or a garden.
K. MCKEE

Empty Garden Graveyard Leave Life People Yourself
God has defended you in battles you never even knew about.
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Battle Defend God Yourself
Sometimes it isn’t always meant to be love, Sometimes it is meant to be a lesson.
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Lesson Love
So I will call upon your name and keep my eyes above the waves when oceans rise my soul rests in your embrace.
K. MCKEE

Embrace Eyes Name Ocean Rise Soul Wave Yourself
One of the best feelings in the world is knowing that someone is happy because of you.
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Best Feel Happy World Yourself
Memory, Sweet and deadly Broken and lovely Loved and lonely.
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Break Death Lonely Love Memories Sweet
Miracles don’t exist it’s just the good deeds that pile up, the warm smiles and love. Eventually, all of it overflows and creates what appears to be a miracle.
K. MCKEE

Create Deed Deep Exist Good Love Miracle Smile Warm
Without you I am like a plant deprived of sunshine wishing it could grow.
K. MCKEE

Deprive Growth Plant Sun Sunshine Yourself
I don’t care how dark this world becomes love is, and will always be my answer.
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Answer Darkness Love Myself World
She was a open book, what a shame it was that most men were illiterate.
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Book Herself Illiterate Men Open Shame
A woman came from a man’s rib not from his feet to be below him not from his head to be above him, But from his side to be equal to him from his heart to be loved by him.
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Equal Feet Head Heart Herself Himself Love Man Rib Woman
Whatever is true of life let it not be true of love, love surely lives much longer in paintings and in poetry.
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Life Love Painting Poetry True
When we search for what we want. Why do we always forget what we have?
K. MCKEE

Always Deep Forget One Liner Search

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