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For me, that was the death of the word, or; because now, there is no other. It was the end of the word, and; for I love only you.

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Yes, we took it all for granted-but isn’t that such a blessed thing? When you’re not even thinking about what you have, because you never imagine you someday won’t.
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Blessing Grant Imagination Relationship Thinking Yourself
I used to think I couldn’t go a day without your smile. Without telling you things and hearing your voice back.
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Day Love Myself Smile Thinking Time Voice Yourself
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 do know there are all kinds of barriers to love. I do believe the world needs less of them.
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Barrier Kind Love Myself Need
Some pieces will sing to your present, others may echo of your past, and the rest could whisper of your future.
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Future Past Pieces Present Whisper Yourself
Here’s to those who wish us well, and the rest can go to hell!
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Hell Ourselves Rest
You must emerge from adversity, scathed but victorious to tell your story and, in turn, light the way for others.
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Adversity Light Story Victory Way Yourself
Life has a way of working itself out. You’ll see.
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Life Way Working Yourself
Then there is the boy you can never stop thinking about. Whenever you see his name, it trips you up. Even if it’s one that belongs to many others, even if he belongs to someone else.
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Name Oneself See Stop Thinking Yourself
That night, we talked the way old friends do, with candor and ease.
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Friendship Night Talk
Strange how it mattered so much, when now it matters so little.
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Important Strange Value
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
We were born to walk this world in intersecting lines.
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Born Love Togetherness
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
I’m a stranger in my own life.
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Life Myself Stranger
You said my sadness was like the sun, beautiful from a distance but it hurt you too much to come closer.
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Beautiful Close Hurt Sadness Sun Yourself

For me, that was the death of the word, or; because now, there is no other. It was the end of the word, and; for I love only you.

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For me, that was the death of the word, or; because now, there is no other. It was the end of the word, and; for I love only you.

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