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I have buried myself so deep in my words that sometimes I can’t tell if I am the person writing or the one hiding between the lines.

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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
That’s the thing about writers – on one hand everything is sacred to them, but, on the other, nothing really is.
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Hands Oneself Sacred Writing
I know you were born with your heart already broken. But the world began in pieces and somehow made itself whole.
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Born Heart Broken Known Myself Pieces Whole
You can create something that is pure genius, but you have to get your timing right.
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Creation Genius Pure Right Timing 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
Strange how it mattered so much, when now it matters so little.
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Important Strange Value
I’m a stranger in my own life.
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Life Myself Stranger
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
How much love is a person capable of giving? I thought I knew the answer until I met you.
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Capability Love Myself Person
Understand that we must lose our way, over and over, before we can find the best version of ourselves.
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Best Lose Lost Ourselves Understand Version Way
But if you don’t love my every flaw, then you mustn’t love me- not at all.
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Flaws Love Myself
The second I tried to tell myself I wasn’t in love was the moment I realized I was.
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Love Moments Myself Realize
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
He and I When words run dry, he does not try, nor do I. We are on par. He just is, I just am, and we just are.
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Existence Myself Silence
Do you remember the song that was playing the night we met? No, but I remember every song I have heard since you left.
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Myself Night Remember Song
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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Death I Love You Relationship

I have buried myself so deep in my words that sometimes I can’t tell if I am the person writing or the one hiding between the lines.

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