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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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When you don’t have the whole attention of someone, you find yourself begging for it from everyone.
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Attention Beg Finding Yourself
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
There is a certain quality to words that when strung in a certain way-has an almost hypnotic effect.
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Certain Power Quality Way Word
The ache will always be there, but the intensity will fade, and you’ll find other beautiful things to fill your days with.
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Day Finding Heart Break Intense 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
It is the mark of a great poet to write words that feel as though they have stood witness to your most intimate memory of love.
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Greatness Intimate Love Memories Poet Writing Yourself
Strange how it mattered so much, when now it matters so little.
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Important Strange Value
Now I know being close to you was never about the proximity.
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Distance Myself Togetherness
Loving you is like being ten years old again, scaling a tree with my eyes bright and skyward, wanting only to get higher and higher, without a thought of how I would get back down.
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Eyes Intense Love Myself Relationship Thinking Tree
It is only the year that is ending. So why does it feel like the world is?
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Ending Feeling Myself World
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 spoke once about lovers who kept finding each other, no matter how many times the world came between them. And I think I had to break your heart, and you had to break mine. How else could we know the worth of what we were given?
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Break Each Other Finding Lover Myself Thinking World Worth
How many people have we known all our lives and never once loved. How many people have we loved and never known.
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Deep Known Live Love People
A Betrayal I cannot undo what I have done; I can’t un-sing a song that’s sung. And the saddest thing about my regret- I can’t forgive me, and you can’t forget.
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Betrayal Forgiveness Regret Sadness Sing Yourself
I wish I could put a pen in your hand and gently remind you how the world has given you poetry and now you must give it back.
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Hands Poetry Reminder Yourself
I want you to remember my lips beneath your fingers and how you told me things you never told another soul. I want you to know that I have kept sacred, everything you had entrusted in me and I always will.
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Fingers Known Lips Myself Remember Sacred Soul

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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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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