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He gave her such gifts – not the kind that were put in boxes, but the sort that filled her with imagination, breathing indescribable happiness into her life.

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Remember, your words are your power. Never forget your words.
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Forget Power Remember Word
That’s the thing about happiness. It doesn’t require justification.
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Happiness Justification
There is a savagery to what you feel. It eats you up inside. But you will get through it; you don’t need his mouth to placate you. You don’t need his hands to untangle the butterfly knot in your heart. Your love is a fire that will burn itself out. Let it ravage you.
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Feeling Heart Love Need Savage Willing Yourself
I know how hard it is to have to love someone in secret.
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Hard Love Myself Secret
If a boy ever says, you remind me of someone–don’t fall in love with him. You will never be anything more than second best.
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Fall In Love Man Option Reminder Value Yourself
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
To love is a dare, when hope and despair, are gates upon it hinges.
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Dare Despair Hope Love
Some Time Out The time may not be prime for us, though you are a special person. We may be just two different clocks, that do not tock, in unison.
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Different Important Love Prime Time Togetherness
You only get one chance to fall in love with your heart still whole.
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Chance Fall In Love Heart Yourself
I build my walls from the mess they leave.
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Build Leave Mess Myself Wall
I love you, I do – you have my word. You have all my words.
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I Love You Word Yourself
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
When two souls fall in love, there is nothing else but the yearning to be close to the other. The presence that is felt through a hand held, a voice heard, or a smile seen.
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Fall In Love Feeling Hands Presence Smile Soul Voice
I’m a stranger in my own life.
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Life Myself Stranger
Doesn’t your soul remain the age you were when you first fell in love?
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Age Fall In Love Soul Yourself
Somehow, there is a sense of comfort in knowing nothing will ever hit me quite as hard again. Nothing will ever be as beautiful, but neither will anything hurt as much.
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Beautiful Comfortable Hurt Known Myself Willing

He gave her such gifts – not the kind that were put in boxes, but the sort that filled her with imagination, breathing indescribable happiness into her life.

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He gave her such gifts – not the kind that were put in boxes, but the sort that filled her with imagination, breathing indescribable happiness into her life.

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