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She can feel it down to her very core-this is her time. She will not only climb mountains-she will move them too.

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Hands are no longer hands. They are caresses. Mouths are no longer mouths. They are kisses. My name is no longer a name, it is a call. And love is no longer love – love is you.
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Call Hands Kiss Love Name Relationship Yourself
If you have to be with someone at all, then be with someone who makes you feel like you are still in control.
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Control Feeling Togetherness Yourself
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 have always thought of memories as fragments, like colored glass shards in a kaleidoscope. It is the source of great beauty in our lives, yet the cause of such heartache. It remains the bridge between our past and present – it gives weight and dimension to our very existence.
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Beautiful Color Dimension Existence Fragment Glass Greatness Heart Broken Memories Ourselves Source
I don’t think all writers are sad, she said. I think it’s the other way around- all sad people write.
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Deep Myself People Poet Sadness Thinking Writing
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
Give me something I can write about.
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Myself Story Writing
To love is a dare, when hope and despair, are gates upon it hinges.
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Dare Despair Gate Hope Love
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
Sometimes the loneliest place to be is in love.
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Lonely Love Place Time
When love finds you, it doesn’t come as crashing waves or thunderbolts. It appears as a song on the radio or a particular blue in the sky. It dawns on you slowly, like a warm winter sunrise-where the promise of summer shines out from within.
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Calm Love Peace Slow Sunrise Warm Winter Yourself
Our love story comes to me in waves, in movie stills and long summer afternoons spent under a sky of incessant blue. I still think of your eyes in flashes of color, your hands in a frenetic, feverish blur-your smile a mosaic of light and shadow. I still find myself lost in those moments of abstraction.
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Abstraction Hands Light Love Moments Ourselves Shadow Wave
It should be my right to mourn someone who has yet to leave this world but no longer wants to be part of mine.
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Leave Mourn Myself Right World
You said my sadness was like the sun, beautiful from a distance but it hurt you too much to come closer.
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Beautiful Close Hurt Sadness Sun Yourself
We were born to walk this world in intersecting lines.
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Born Love Togetherness
Doesn’t your soul remain the age you were when you first fell in love?
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Age Fall In Love Soul Yourself
The greatest heartache comes from loving another soul, they said, beyond reason, beyond doubt, with no hope of salvation.
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Heart Broken Hope Intense Love Relationship Salvation Soul
Your first love isn’t the first person you give your heart to- it’s the first one who breaks it.
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Deep Heart Broken Love Oneself Yourself
It was beautifully worded and painfully read; the things that were written, were those never said.
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Beautiful Myself Pain Reading Word
There are days when the melancholy settles on you like a sudden change in weather. The kind of sadness that is intangible. Like the presence of an ache where you can’t pinpoint exactly where it hurts, you just know it does.
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Change Day Hurt Kind Known Sadness Yourself
Who you love and who loves you back determines so much in your life.
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Determination Life Love Relationship 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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Blood Page Writing Yourself
My heart is like a time capsule-it keeps safe the memory of you. I know it’s harder with you gone than if you had never been here at all-but I wouldn’t have missed it for the world.
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Heart Memories Missing Safety Time
Why do you write? he asked. So I can take my love for you and give it to the world, I reply. Because you won’t take it from me.
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Himself Love Myself World Writing
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
I just hope you realize how much you mean to me. I just wish I could remind you of how beautiful you are. I’m sorry I haven’t told you in so long. But please don’t think I have given up on you. I will never give up on you. My arms are wide open. There is always a place for you here.
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Beautiful Give Up Hope Myself Open Place Realize Reminder
How much love is a person capable of giving? I thought I knew the answer until I met you.
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Capability Love Myself Person

She can feel it down to her very core-this is her time. She will not only climb mountains-she will move them too.

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