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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
And if you’ve forgotten, let me remind you. How love never really ends. How your heart breaks the same way it beats, again and again, and again.
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Break End Forget Reminder Yourself
Don’t stay where you are needed. Go where you are loved.
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Love Need Stay Yourself
I loved you once and now I must spend my whole life explaining why.
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Break Up Explanation I Love You Myself
It is only the year that is ending. So why does it feel like the world is?
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Ending Feeling Myself World
Now that you have it all, do you ever wish you could go back to when you had it simple?
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Simplicity Yourself
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
I’m a stranger in my own life.
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Life Myself Stranger
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
In many ways, a book is, in itself, a tiny universe. Each page is like a newly formed galaxy, fashioned from a single, pulsing thought. A book travels for days, for years, sometimes for centuries to meet you at an exact point in time.
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Book Fashion Love Myself Point Time Togetherness Universe
There is a certain quality to words that when strung in a certain way-has an almost hypnotic effect.
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Certain Power Quality Way Word
Maybe we slip in and out of alternate worlds through our minds and our imaginations, picking up scar tissue from other dimensions.
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Dimension Imagination Mindset Ourselves Pick Scars World
It is the mark of a great poet to write words that feel as though they have stood witness to your most intimate memory of love.
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Greatness Intimate Love Memories Poet Writing Yourself
Some days I feel like my soul is being pulled in one direction and my heart in another.
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Day Direction Feeling Heart Myself Soul
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
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

We were born to walk this world in intersecting lines.

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