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I was there in your forgetting, until I was forgot.

Lang Leav

Sometimes the loneliest place to be is in love.
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Lonely Love Place Time
In cemeteries of memories, our love will lie in caskets.
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Break Up Fade Love Lying Memories Ourselves Time
Don’t stay where you are needed. Go where you are loved.
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Love Need Stay Yourself
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
There are things we sacrifice for love, that we willingly give. But no one who loves you will ever ask you to give up more than you are willing.
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Give Up Love Sacrifice Willing Yourself
When you lose a person, a whole universe goes along with them.
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Break Up Deep Lose Loss Person Universe Yourself
Do you remember the song that was playing the night we met? No, but I remember every song I have heard since you left.
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Myself Night Remember Song
You only get one chance to fall in love with your heart still whole.
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Chance Fall In Love Heart Yourself
There are many things in life you can postpone, but love isn’t one of them.
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Life Love Oneself Postpone
Every day I measure the weight of my past against the present and feel the drag of what could have been.
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Day Drag Measurement Myself Past Present
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’m a stranger in my own life.
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Life Myself Stranger
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
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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Believe Blessing Curse Learning Yourself
I thought you were a keeper, I wish I could have kept you.
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Love Myself Relationship Thinking Yourself

I was there in your forgetting, until I was forgot.

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