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The greatest heartache comes from loving another soul, they said, beyond reason, beyond doubt, with no hope of salvation.

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Your first love isn’t the first person you give your heart to- it’s the first one who breaks it.
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Deep Heart Broken Love Oneself Yourself
I wanted everything because I didn’t want anything enough.
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Desire Enough Myself
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 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
But you’re not the kind of girl who builds her house from sticks; you are a fortress, stubborn and strong. Do not give away the keys to the kingdom to anyone less than a king.
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Build Home Kind Strong Stubborn Yourself
In the wrong hands, your past is a weapon.
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Hands Past Weapon Wrong Yourself
Where are you?” She asked. “I have been searching all my life.” “Stop looking for me,” Love replied, “and I will find you.
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Finding Life Love Myself Searching
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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Breathing Gift Happiness Herself Imagination Indescribable Kind Life
I thought you were a keeper, I wish I could have kept you.
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Love Myself Relationship Thinking Yourself
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
Why do you write? he asked. So I can take my love for you and give it to the world, I reply. Because you won’t take it from me.
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Himself Love Myself World Writing
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 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
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
My father was a house,my mother was a home.
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Family Father Home Mom Myself
It should be my right to mourn someone who has yet to leave this world but no longer wants to be part of mine.
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Leave Mourn Myself Right World

The greatest heartache comes from loving another soul, they said, beyond reason, beyond doubt, with no hope of salvation.

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