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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.

Lang Leav

The ache will always be there, but the intensity will fade, and you’ll find other beautiful things to fill your days with.
LANG LEAV

Day Finding Heart Break Intense Yourself
You know, missing someone can sometimes be the best thing for a writer.
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Best Missing Writing Yourself
There is a savagery to what you feel. It eats you up inside. But you will get through it; you don’t need his mouth to placate you. You don’t need his hands to untangle the butterfly knot in your heart. Your love is a fire that will burn itself out. Let it ravage you.
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Feeling Heart Love Need Savage Willing Yourself
I wish I could put a pen in your hand and gently remind you how the world has given you poetry and now you must give it back.
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Hands Poetry Reminder Yourself
Here’s to those who wish us well, and the rest can go to hell!
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Hell Ourselves Rest
You’re still crying about him aren’t you? Silly girl. What good will it do you to spill those sky blu tears? You meant either everything to him or absolutely nothing at all.
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Break Up Cry Goodness Man Past Yourself
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
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
The greatest injustice I have suffered has come under the pretense of love.
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Abuse Greatness Injustice Love Pretend
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
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
Doesn’t your soul remain the age you were when you first fell in love?
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Age Fall In Love Soul Yourself
That night, we talked the way old friends do, with candor and ease.
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Friendship Night Talk
But how could I have stopped him from taking what was already his?
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Himself Limitation Stop
I love you, I do – you have my word. You have all my words.
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I Love You Word Yourself
Let her be herself. Or she will be somebody else’s.
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Be Yourself Herself Identity

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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