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It was the year you learned that shooting stars were either a blessing or a curse, depending on what you wanted to believe.

Lang Leav

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
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
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
But when I look at you, I just know instinctively, that despite the odds against you and although life will always find a way to test you, someday you’ll have everything you want. Your ending will be a happy one.
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Ending Finding Happiness Known Life Myself Way
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
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
Because sooner or later, all kinds of love – crazy love, wild love- fade into the same thing. The love becomes old and predictable -safe.
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Age Growth Kind Love Old Prediction Safety Soon Time Wild
Souls do not have calendars or clocks, nor do they understand the notion of time or distance. They only know it feels right to know one other.
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Calendar Clock Distance Feeling Known Soul Time Togetherness
Some pieces will sing to your present, others may echo of your past, and the rest could whisper of your future.
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Future Past Pieces Present Whisper Yourself
I love you, I do – you have my word. You have all my words.
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I Love You Word Yourself
When was the last time you felt like someone knew you and not the person you’ve been pretending to be. When was the last time you felt like yourself.
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Be Yourself Feeling Pretend Time
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
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
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
Love is a dormant volcano, lying in wait, biding its time.
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Dormant Love Silence Time Volcano
Here’s to those who wish us well, and the rest can go to hell!
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Hell Ourselves Rest

It was the year you learned that shooting stars were either a blessing or a curse, depending on what you wanted to believe.

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