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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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I think the mysterious pull that draws you to another person is identical to the one that moves our eyes upward to the stars.
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Identity Mystery Stars Thinking Yourself
The memory of you is fading, a little at a time, and I can feel myself forgetting.
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Fade Forget Memories Myself Time
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 the story of my life. Hoping they would care about me or wishing they wouldn’t care so much.
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Care Hope Life Myself Story
Sometimes I am caught between poetry and prose, like two lovers I can’t decide between. Prose says to me, let’s build something long and lasting. Poetry takes me by the hand, and whispers, come with me, let’s get lost for awhile.
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Hands Lost Lover Myself Poetry
Don’t stay where you are needed. Go where you are loved.
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Love Need Stay Yourself
The feeling is like the ocean. Sometimes calm and still; other times, it’s a hurricane.
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Calm Feeling Hurricane Ocean Time
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
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
There are many things in life you can postpone, but love isn’t one of them.
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Life Love Oneself Postpone
I don’t want to be in a relationship where I feel the constant need to explain myself. I don’t want to live in a world like that either.
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Explanation Feeling Live Need Relationship World
She would fondly call him her Frankenstein, this man who was a patchwork of all the things she had ever longed for.
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Herself Man Patch Work
Before I fell in live with words, with setting skies and singing birds – it was you I fell in love with first.
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Fall Love Myself Sky Word
I was there in your forgetting, until I was forgot.
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Forgetting Myself
My indecision. I wanted everything because I didn’t want anything enough.
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Decision Enough Myself
I learned that writing is the consolation prize you are given when you don’t get the thing you want the most.
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Award Heart Broken Learning Myself Prize Writing 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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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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