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Before the tears that tore us, when our history was before us.

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I learned that writing is the consolation prize you are given when you don’t get the thing you want the most.
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Award Heart Broken Learning Myself Prize Writing Yourself
We number our days and divide our seasons. We endlessly define what it is to be in love. When in truth, spring blurs into summer and always has, long before that line was ever drawn.
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Day Definition Division Love Myself Summer
Strange how it mattered so much, when now it matters so little.
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Important Strange Value
The time may not be prime for us, though you are a special person. We may be just two different clocks, that do not tock, in unison.
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Clock Different Person Prime Time Yourself
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
That night, we talked the way old friends do, with candor and ease.
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Friendship Night Talk
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
I used to think I couldn’t go a day without your smile. Without telling you things and hearing your voice back.
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Day Love Myself Smile Thinking Time Voice Yourself
People who are prone to sadness are more likely to pick up a pen.
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People Poet Sadness Writing
You can create something that is pure genius, but you have to get your timing right.
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Creation Genius Pure Right Timing Yourself
I did not know that it was love until I knew.
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Known Love Myself
Don’t you get it?” he said. “The ones who are afraid of heights don’t trust themselves enough to jump.
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Enough Fall Height Jump Trust Yourself
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
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 know if what we had was love, but if it wasn’t, I hope never to fall in love. Because of you, I know I am too fragile to bear it.
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Fragile Love Myself Relationship Togetherness Yourself
The distance from you is measured in how far I’ve come.
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Break Up Distance Measurement Myself

Before the tears that tore us, when our history was before us.

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