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How do I thank my mother for giving me the life she desperately wanted to give herself.

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But how could I have stopped him from taking what was already his?
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Himself Limitation Stop
I learned that writing is the consolation prize you are given when you don’t get the thing you want the most.
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Award Heart Broken Learning Myself Prize Writing Yourself
I don’t think about myself as much as I used to. I guess that’s a good thing. I only think about the things that are missing from me.
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Goodness Missing Myself Thinking
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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Dry Existence Himself Myself Run Word
For she is his poet, and he is her poetry.
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Herself Himself Love Poet Poetry
Isn’t it strange how much of our lives are interchangeable, how little is truly ours.
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Live Ourselves Strange True
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
I want you to be happy. I want someone else to know the warmth of your smile, to feel the way I did when I was in your presence.
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Happiness Known Myself Presence Warmth
We will remain unwritten through history, no X will mark us on the map; but in books of prose and poetry, you loved me once, in a paragraph.
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Book History Literature Love Poem Remain Writing 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 think that bothers me more than anything. That he could look in my eyes and tell me something that is completely contrary to the truth.
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Eyes Myself Thinking Truth
I have happened in so many places, to so many people – the essence of me lives on in these nuances, these moments.
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Essence Live Moments Myself People Place
I think there is a sense of ownership in knowing, isn’t there? You let people in, and they claim parts of you-they fly their flag over uncharted territory and from then onward-you cease to belong wholly to yourself.
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Known People Self Love Thinking Whole Yourself
I missed you today. Between waking and sleeping, I thought of you.
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I Miss You Myself Sleeping Thinking Wake Up
People who are prone to sadness are more likely to pick up a pen.
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People Poet Sadness Writing
When love finds you, it doesn’t come as crashing waves or thunderbolts. It appears as a song on the radio or a particular blue in the sky. It dawns on you slowly, like a warm winter sunrise-where the promise of summer shines out from within.
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Calm Love Peace Slow Sunrise Warm Winter Yourself

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