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I don’t know if what we had was love, but if it wasn’t, I hope never to fall in love. Because of you, I know I am too fragile to bear it.
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Fragile Love Myself Relationship Togetherness Yourself
I am already nostalgic for what we have, even with you still here.
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Gratitude Myself Nostalgia Relationship Yourself
He and I 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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Existence Myself Silence
You may grow to love this person but remember they are not yours to keep. Their purpose isn’t to save you but to show you how to save yourself.
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Growth Love Purpose Save Yourself
I have buried myself so deep in my words that sometimes I can’t tell if I am the person writing or the one hiding between the lines.
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Bury Hide Myself Person Poem Word Writing
I don’t think all writers are sad, she said. I think it’s the other way around- all sad people write.
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Deep Myself People Poet Sadness Thinking Writing
Because sooner or later, all kinds of love – crazy love, wild love- fade into the same thing. The love becomes old and predictable -safe.
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Age Growth Kind Love Old Prediction Safety Soon Time Wild
To love is a dare, when hope and despair, are gates upon it hinges.
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Dare Despair Hope Love
If you love me for what you see, only your eyes would be in love with me.
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Eyes Love Myself See Yourself
In cemeteries of memories, our love will lie in caskets.
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Break Up Fade Love Lying Memories Ourselves Time
I will celebrate this life of mine, with or without you. The moon does not need the sun to tell her she is already whole.
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Celebration Life Moon Myself Sun Whole
Don’t let them tell you that your pain should be confined to the past, that it bears no relevance to the present.
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Pain Past Present 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
She was the book that was not written. The sentence that was not scripted. She was the word you wished you could have said.
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Book Scripture Word Writing Yourself
But if you don’t love my every flaw, then you mustn’t love me- not at all.
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Flaws Love Myself
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

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