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In time she will learn, not to miss them.

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Understand that we must lose our way, over and over, before we can find the best version of ourselves.
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Best Lose Lost Ourselves Understand Version Way
She was the book that was not written. The sentence that was not scripted. She was the word you wished you could have said.
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Book Scripture Word Writing Yourself
You only get one chance to fall in love with your heart still whole.
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Chance Fall In Love Heart Yourself
If any person claims to have loved twice in all their life – they have not loved at all.
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Break Up Life Love Person
Be patient. Your voice will find its way into the world, not in one loud instance but a steady trickle that turns into a deluge.
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Finding Patience Voice World Yourself
Give me something I can write about.
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Myself Story Writing
Have you ever loved a rose, and bled against her thorns; and swear each night to let her go, then love her more by dawn.
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Herself Let Go Love Morning
We had no ending, no said goodbye. For all my life, I’ll wonder why.
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Ending Life Myself Wonder
You talk to me in riddles, I will answer you in rhyme. I loved you for a little- I will love you for all time.
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Answer Love Rhyme Talk Time Yourself
He and I When words run dry, he does not try, nor do I. We are on par. He just is, I just am, and we just are.
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Existence Myself Silence
We will remain unwritten through history, no X will mark us on the map; but in books of prose and poetry, you loved me once, in a paragraph.
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Book History Literature Love Poem Remain Writing 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
What is she like? I was told – she is a melancholy soul.
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Melancholy Sadness Soul
Take me someplace where I can feel something-I want to give away my heart. Tell me his name so I can know love when it speaks to me. Give me someone I can write about.
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Feeling Heart Heart Broken Myself Name Place Writing
Don’t let them tell you that your pain should be confined to the past, that it bears no relevance to the present.
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Pain Past Present Yourself
It was a question I had worn on my lips for days – like a loose thread on my favourite sweater I couldn’t resist pulling – despite knowing it could all unravel around me. “Do you love me, I ask?” In your hesitation I found my answer.
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Finding Hesitate Lips Love Myself Question Sweater

In time she will learn, not to miss them.

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