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you cannot control the depth of a wound another inflicts upon you.

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We all have moments of darkness, moments when we are so unlike ourselves. And like vultures they wait for a slip, a misstep, then they take that part of us and try to convince the world that is all we are.
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Darkness Moments Ourselves Vulture World
There are things we sacrifice for love, that we willingly give. But no one who loves you will ever ask you to give up more than you are willing.
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Give Up Love Sacrifice Willing Yourself
I will celebrate this life of mine, with or without you. The moon does not need the sun to tell her she is already whole.
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Celebration Life Moon Myself Sun Whole
I hope someday you will find me and remember what I once meant to you.
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Finding Hope Myself Remember
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
The memory of you is fading, a little at a time, and I can feel myself forgetting.
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Fade Forget Memories Myself Time
Souls do not have calendars or clocks, nor do they understand the notion of time or distance. They only know it feels right to know one other.
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Calendar Clock Distance Feeling Known Soul Time Togetherness
I want you to remember my lips beneath your fingers and how you told me things you never told another soul. I want you to know that I have kept sacred, everything you had entrusted in me and I always will.
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Fingers Known Lips Myself Remember Sacred Soul
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
The time may not be prime for us, though you are a special person. We may be just two different clocks, that do not tock, in unison.
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Clock Different Person Prime Time Yourself
Hands are no longer hands. They are caresses. Mouths are no longer mouths. They are kisses. My name is no longer a name, it is a call. And love is no longer love – love is you.
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Call Hands Kiss Love Name Relationship Yourself
The less you speak, the more weight your words will carry when you do.
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Important Talk Value Weight Word Yourself
Summer was felt a little more; in autumn I began to fall. When winter came with all its white, you were mine to kiss goodnight.
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Autumn Beginning Feeling Kissing Myself Summer
In time she will learn, not to miss them.
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Herself Learning Missing Time
I don’t think all writers are sad, she said. I think it’s the other way around- all sad people write.
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Deep Myself People Poet Sadness Thinking Writing
Every day I measure the weight of my past against the present and feel the drag of what could have been.
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Day Drag Measurement Myself Past Present

you cannot control the depth of a wound another inflicts upon you.

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