To never do the things I’ve done that once had led to my undoing.
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To never do the things I’ve done that once had led to my undoing.
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I have given so much to things that weren’t worth my time. When all along, it’s the people I love that I should have carried.
LANG LEAVI have given so much to things that weren’t worth my time. When all along, it’s the people I love that I should have carried.
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I had no way of knowing, when I was sitting alone in that tiny bedroom, that in just a few short months, I would meet the love of my life: a man who lived across the ocean from me, in a little house by the sea.
LANG LEAVI had no way of knowing, when I was sitting alone in that tiny bedroom, that in just a few short months, I would meet the love of my life: a man who lived across the ocean from me, in a little house by the sea.
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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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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.
LANG LEAVHave 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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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.
LANG LEAVSouls 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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And I told him, if I am so hard to love, then let me run wild.
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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.
LANG LEAVFor 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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Here’s the story of my life. Hoping they would care about me or wishing they wouldn’t care so much.
LANG LEAVHere’s the story of my life. Hoping they would care about me or wishing they wouldn’t care so much.
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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.
LANG LEAVWhy 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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It was the year you learned that shooting stars were either a blessing or a curse, depending on what you wanted to believe.
LANG LEAVIt 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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Be patient. Your voice will find its way into the world, not in one loud instance but a steady trickle that turns into a deluge.
LANG LEAVBe patient. Your voice will find its way into the world, not in one loud instance but a steady trickle that turns into a deluge.
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Of all you’ve used against me, the worst has been my words.
LANG LEAVOf all you’ve used against me, the worst has been my words.
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It was like being seen after a perpetual darkness, I replied. To be heard after a lifetime of silence.
LANG LEAVIt was like being seen after a perpetual darkness, I replied. To be heard after a lifetime of silence.
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I don’t think all writers are sad, she said. I think it’s the other way around- all sad people write.
LANG LEAVI 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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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.
LANG LEAVAnd 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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