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I know there is a terrible distance between us. But our bodies are made of stardust, and we are hurtling through space and time, toward the most beautiful collision.

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You were none, and now you’re all; your worth will rise, the more I fall.
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Fall Myself Rise Worth
I thought you were a keeper, I wish I could have kept you.
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Love Myself Relationship Thinking Yourself
I think there is a sense of ownership in knowing, isn’t there? You let people in, and they claim parts of you-they fly their flag over uncharted territory and from then onward-you cease to belong wholly to yourself.
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Known People Self Love Thinking Whole Yourself
Every time I see my name, I hear it in your voice.
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Name See Time Voice Yourself
I loved you once and now I must spend my whole life explaining why.
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Break Up Explanation I Love You Myself
I’m a stranger in my own life.
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Life Myself Stranger
Most people want to save the entire world. It’s a lovely thought, and I’m not saying it’s not a noble pursuit-but it’s impossible to save everyone. You just have to pick your little corner of the world and focus your energy there. That’s the only way you will ever make a difference.
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Energy Focus Myself People Save Thinking World
She would fondly call him her Frankenstein, this man who was a patchwork of all the things she had ever longed for.
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Herself Man Patch Work
Strange how it mattered so much, when now it matters so little.
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Important Strange Value
you cannot control the depth of a wound another inflicts upon you.
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Depth Inflict Wound 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
That’s the thing about writers – on one hand everything is sacred to them, but, on the other, nothing really is.
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Hands Oneself Sacred Writing
He gave her such gifts – not the kind that were put in boxes, but the sort that filled her with imagination, breathing indescribable happiness into her life.
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Breathing Gift Happiness Herself Imagination Indescribable Kind Life
I don’t know how you are so familiar to me-or why it feels less like I am getting to know you and more as though I am remembering who you are. How every smile, every whisper brings me closer to the impossible conclusion that I have known you before, I have loved you before-in another time, a different place, some other existence.
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Difference Different Existence Feeling Impossible Known Love Myself Place Remember Smile
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
I saw love in your smile and I recognized it for the first time in my life. But you had a plane to catch and I was already home.
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Catch Home Love Myself Plane Recognition Smile
And I sighed and wept for what could not be–and for all that could have been.
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Cry Dream Future Myself Sadness
We had no ending, no said goodbye. For all my life, I’ll wonder why.
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Ending Life Myself Wonder
The greatest injustice I have suffered has come under the pretense of love.
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Abuse Greatness Injustice Love Pretend
In her eyes, the sadness sings-of one who was destined, for better things.
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Better Destiny Eyes Sadness Sing
You know, missing someone can sometimes be the best thing for a writer.
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Best Missing Writing Yourself
When someone stirs a world of emotion in you and it’s so intense you can barely stand to be with him.
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Emotion Feeling Himself Intense Stand World
The greatest heartache comes from loving another soul, they said, beyond reason, beyond doubt, with no hope of salvation.
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Heart Broken Hope Intense Love Relationship Salvation Soul
Then there is the boy you can never stop thinking about. Whenever you see his name, it trips you up. Even if it’s one that belongs to many others, even if he belongs to someone else.
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Name Oneself See Stop Thinking Yourself
In many ways, a book is, in itself, a tiny universe. Each page is like a newly formed galaxy, fashioned from a single, pulsing thought. A book travels for days, for years, sometimes for centuries to meet you at an exact point in time.
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Book Fashion Love Myself Point Time Togetherness Universe
Because someday, in one way or another, you will be taken from me or I you.
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Way Willing Yourself
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

I know there is a terrible distance between us. But our bodies are made of stardust, and we are hurtling through space and time, toward the most beautiful collision.

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I know there is a terrible distance between us. But our bodies are made of stardust, and we are hurtling through space and time, toward the most beautiful collision.

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