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We were born to walk this world in intersecting lines.
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Born Love Togetherness
The feeling is like the ocean. Sometimes calm and still; other times, it’s a hurricane.
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Calm Feeling Hurricane Ocean Time
It should be my right to mourn someone who has yet to leave this world but no longer wants to be part of mine.
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Leave Mourn Myself Right World
The things that seem to matter less, are the ones we put on show.
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Oneself Show Value
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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Dry Existence Himself Myself Run Word
When two souls fall in love, there is nothing else but the yearning to be close to the other. The presence that is felt through a hand held, a voice heard, or a smile seen.
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Fall In Love Feeling Hands Presence Smile Soul Voice
There is a savagery to what you feel. It eats you up inside. But you will get through it; you don’t need his mouth to placate you. You don’t need his hands to untangle the butterfly knot in your heart. Your love is a fire that will burn itself out. Let it ravage you.
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Feeling Heart Love Need Savage Willing Yourself
Strange how it mattered so much, when now it matters so little.
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Important Strange Value
Life has a way of working itself out. You’ll see.
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Life Way Working Yourself
Every time I see my name, I hear it in your voice.
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Name See Time Voice Yourself
The second I tried to tell myself I wasn’t in love was the moment I realized I was.
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Love Moments Myself Realize
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
The distance from you is measured in how far I’ve come.
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Break Up Distance Measurement Myself
I think that bothers me more than anything. That he could look in my eyes and tell me something that is completely contrary to the truth.
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Eyes Myself Thinking Truth
Here’s to those who wish us well, and the rest can go to hell!
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Hell Ourselves Rest
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

It was beautifully worded and painfully read; the things that were written, were those never said.

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