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Life has a way of working itself out. You’ll see.
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Life Way Working Yourself
How do I thank my mother for giving me the life she desperately wanted to give herself.
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Desperate Herself Life Mom Thankful
There are many things in life you can postpone, but love isn’t one of them.
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Life Love Oneself Postpone
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
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
The ache will always be there, but the intensity will fade, and you’ll find other beautiful things to fill your days with.
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Day Finding Heart Break Intense Yourself
You are a writer bleeding words onto a page. And the ones who hate you will trample on that page. And the ones who love you will cut you, to keep you bleeding.
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Blood Page Writing Yourself
The briefest moment shared with you-the longest on my mind.
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Brief Mindset Moments Myself Share
I look for you, the way I was taught to look both ways when crossing the road. Uptight and wary, bracing myself for something I know could break me.
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Break Known Myself Teaching Way
Our love story comes to me in waves, in movie stills and long summer afternoons spent under a sky of incessant blue. I still think of your eyes in flashes of color, your hands in a frenetic, feverish blur-your smile a mosaic of light and shadow. I still find myself lost in those moments of abstraction.
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Abstraction Hands Light Love Moments Ourselves Shadow Wave
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
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
Here’s the story of my life. Hoping they would care about me or wishing they wouldn’t care so much.
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Care Hope Life Myself Story
But it was now time for her to go away-to find someone who could show her what happiness was.
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Finding Happiness Herself Time
Are you like me? Do you give too much, too quickly? Do you throw yourself blindly at the world, thinking that it will always open its arms up to you?
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Open Quick Thinking Throw World Yourself
That’s the thing about happiness. It doesn’t require justification.
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Happiness Justification

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