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The memory of you is fading, a little at a time, and I can feel myself forgetting.

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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
you cannot control the depth of a wound another inflicts upon you.
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Depth Inflict Wound Yourself
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
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
We all need to follow our intuition, even if it takes us down the wrong path. Otherwise, you’ll always be second-guessing yourself.
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Follow Intuition Need Path Wrong Yourself
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
And I told him, if I am so hard to love, then let me run wild.
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Hard Love Myself Run Wild
And the weather was so damn sick of being predictable; I heard it began snowing in the Sahara and I wanted to tell you that I’ve changed.
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Change Myself Prediction Sick
Remember, your words are your power. Never forget your words.
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Forget Power Remember Word
I hope someday you will find me and remember what I once meant to you.
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Finding Hope Myself Remember
Strange how it mattered so much, when now it matters so little.
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Important Strange Value
Anything and everything, the two almost the same–everything says, have it all; anything, one to claim.
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Claim Literature Meaning Word
Sometimes I am caught between poetry and prose, like two lovers I can’t decide between. Prose says to me, let’s build something long and lasting. Poetry takes me by the hand, and whispers, come with me, let’s get lost for awhile.
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Hands Lost Lover Myself Poetry
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
I love you, I do – you have my word. You have all my words.
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I Love You Word Yourself
The distance from you is measured in how far I’ve come.
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Break Up Distance Measurement Myself

The memory of you is fading, a little at a time, and I can feel myself forgetting.

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The memory of you is fading, a little at a time, and I can feel myself forgetting.

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