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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.

Lang Leav

It was the year you learned that shooting stars were either a blessing or a curse, depending on what you wanted to believe.
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Believe Blessing Curse Learning Yourself
I hope someday you will find me and remember what I once meant to you.
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Finding Hope Myself Remember
Some days it felt like a burden, to smile for you. To keep the lines of worry from etching into your forehead.
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Burden Feeling Smile Worry Yourself
To love is a dare, when hope and despair, are gates upon it hinges.
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Dare Despair Gate Hope Love
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
You talk to me in riddles, I will answer you in rhyme. I loved you for a little- I will love you for all time.
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Answer Love Rhyme Talk Time Yourself
People who are prone to sadness are more likely to pick up a pen.
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People Poet Sadness Writing
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
I just hope you realize how much you mean to me. I just wish I could remind you of how beautiful you are. I’m sorry I haven’t told you in so long. But please don’t think I have given up on you. I will never give up on you. My arms are wide open. There is always a place for you here.
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Beautiful Give Up Hope Myself Open Place Realize Reminder
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
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
To love is a dare, when hope and despair, are gates upon it hinges.
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Dare Despair Hope Love
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
In the wrong hands, your past is a weapon.
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Hands Past Weapon Wrong Yourself
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 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 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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