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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.

Lang Leav

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
When in truth, it is the transparency that kills you. The pain of seeing through to something you can never quite touch.
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Pain Quite Touch Transparent Truth Yourself
The words I heard from you today, are said when there’s nothing left to say. What I would give to make you stay, I would give it all away.
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Break Up Day Love Myself Stay
The briefest moment shared with you-the longest on my mind.
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Brief Mindset Moments Myself Share
I still search for you in crowds, in empty fields and soaring clouds. In city lights and passing cars, on winding roads and wishing stars.
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Break Up Crowd Empty Light Missing Myself Search Winding Yourself
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
For she is his poet, and he is her poetry.
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Herself Himself Love Poet Poetry
Are you like me? Do you give too much, too quickly? Do you throw yourself blindly at the world, thinking that it will always open its arms up to you?
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Open Quick Thinking Throw World Yourself
I think there is a sense of ownership in knowing, isn’t there? You let people in, and they claim parts of you-they fly their flag over uncharted territory and from then onward-you cease to belong wholly to yourself.
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Known People Self Love Thinking Whole Yourself
The second I tried to tell myself I wasn’t in love was the moment I realized I was.
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Love Moments Myself Realize
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
Love is a dormant volcano, lying in wait, biding its time.
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Dormant Love Silence Time Volcano
To never do the things I’ve done that once had led to my undoing.
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Action Destruction Myself Work
I have happened in so many places, to so many people – the essence of me lives on in these nuances, these moments.
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Essence Live Moments Myself People Place
There are days when the melancholy settles on you like a sudden change in weather. The kind of sadness that is intangible. Like the presence of an ache where you can’t pinpoint exactly where it hurts, you just know it does.
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Change Day Hurt Kind Known Sadness Yourself
I was loved in my dreams last night. It echoed through me like thunder-I felt it through and through.
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Dreams Love Myself Night Thunder

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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