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Anything and everything, the two almost the same–everything says, have it all; anything, one to claim.

Lang Leav

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
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
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 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
In a sea of strangers, you’ve longed to know me. Your life spent sailing to my shores.
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Known Life Sailing Sea Shore Stranger
Give me something I can write about.
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Myself Story Writing
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
Have you ever loved a rose, and bled against her thorns; and swear each night to let her go, then love her more by dawn.
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Herself Let Go Love Morning
My heart is like a time capsule-it keeps safe the memory of you. I know it’s harder with you gone than if you had never been here at all-but I wouldn’t have missed it for the world.
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Heart Memories Missing Safety Time
That’s the thing about happiness. It doesn’t require justification.
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Happiness Justification
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
For she is his poet, and he is her poetry.
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Herself Himself Love Poet Poetry
I know love because I am in love. Because of how long I’ve loved. Because of the man I love.
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Known Love Man Myself
In the wrong hands, your past is a weapon.
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Hands Past Weapon Wrong Yourself
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
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

Anything and everything, the two almost the same–everything says, have it all; anything, one to claim.

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