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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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Love is a dormant volcano, lying in wait, biding its time.
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Dormant Love Silence Time Volcano
You can’t borrow from the future, to make up for the past.
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Borrow Future Motivational Past Time Yourself
But when I look at you, I just know instinctively, that despite the odds against you and although life will always find a way to test you, someday you’ll have everything you want. Your ending will be a happy one.
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Ending Finding Happiness Known Life Myself Way
Here’s to those who wish us well, and the rest can go to hell!
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Hell Ourselves Rest
The things that seem to matter less, are the ones we put on show.
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Oneself Show Value
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
I have given so much to things that weren’t worth my time. When all along, it’s the people I love that I should have carried.
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Carry Love Myself People Time Worth
You said my sadness was like the sun, beautiful from a distance but it hurt you too much to come closer.
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Beautiful Close Hurt Sadness Sun Yourself
Every time I see my name, I hear it in your voice.
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Name See Time Voice Yourself
you cannot control the depth of a wound another inflicts upon you.
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Depth Inflict Wound Yourself
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
People who are prone to sadness are more likely to pick up a pen.
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People Poet Sadness Writing
Who you love and who loves you back determines so much in your life.
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Determination Life Love Relationship Yourself
I don’t think about myself as much as I used to. I guess that’s a good thing. I only think about the things that are missing from me.
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Goodness Missing Myself Thinking
I wish I could put a pen in your hand and gently remind you how the world has given you poetry and now you must give it back.
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Hands Poetry Reminder Yourself
The sad thing is,” she said, “the moment you start to miss someone, it means they’re already gone.
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Missing Moments Sadness Yourself

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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