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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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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
Fear isn’t a reason when it comes to love–it’s an excuse. Anyone who has ever been in love will tell you that.
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Excuse Fear Love Reason 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
Don’t stay where you are needed. Go where you are loved.
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Love Need Stay Yourself
I build my walls from the mess they leave.
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Build Leave Mess Myself Wall
Searching for the one thing, that would set my sad soul free.
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Free Oneself Sad Search Soul
A book travels for days, for years, sometimes for centuries to meet you at an exact point in time.
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Book Point Reading Time Travel
I’m a stranger in my own life.
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Life Myself Stranger
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
I hope someday you will find me and remember what I once meant to you.
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Finding Hope Myself Remember
Some days it felt like a burden, to smile for you. To keep the lines of worry from etching into your forehead.
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Burden Feeling Smile Worry Yourself
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
The greatest injustice I have suffered has come under the pretense of love.
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Abuse Greatness Injustice Love Pretend
Strange how it mattered so much, when now it matters so little.
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Important Strange Value
Don’t you get it?” he said. “The ones who are afraid of heights don’t trust themselves enough to jump.
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Enough Fall Height Jump Trust Yourself
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

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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