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You are a writer bleeding words onto a page. And the ones who hate you will trample on that page. And the ones who love you will cut you, to keep you bleeding.

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That night, we talked the way old friends do, with candor and ease.
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Friendship Night Talk
There are many things in life you can postpone, but love isn’t one of them.
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Life Love Oneself Postpone
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
For she is his poet, and he is her poetry.
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Herself Himself Love Poet Poetry
Every time I see my name, I hear it in your voice.
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Name See Time Voice Yourself
I used to think I couldn’t go a day without your smile. Without telling you things and hearing your voice back.
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Day Love Myself Smile Thinking Time Voice Yourself
A Betrayal I cannot undo what I have done; I can’t un-sing a song that’s sung. And the saddest thing about my regret- I can’t forgive me, and you can’t forget.
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Betrayal Forgiveness Regret Sadness Sing Yourself
How many people have we known all our lives and never once loved. How many people have we loved and never known.
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Deep Known Live Love People
In her eyes, the sadness sings-of one who was destined, for better things.
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Better Destiny Eyes Sadness Sing
She was the book that was not written. The sentence that was not scripted. She was the word you wished you could have said.
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Book Scripture Word Writing 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
When was the last time you felt like someone knew you and not the person you’ve been pretending to be. When was the last time you felt like yourself.
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Be Yourself Feeling Pretend Time
I still search for you in crowds, in empty fields and soaring clouds. In city lights and passing cars, on winding roads and wishing stars.
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Break Up Crowd Empty Light Missing Myself Search Winding Yourself
Now I know being close to you was never about the proximity.
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Distance Myself Togetherness
Knowing sleep will set it right – if you were not to wake.
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Known Right Sleep Wake Up Yourself
In many ways, a book is, in itself, a tiny universe. Each page is like a newly formed galaxy, fashioned from a single, pulsing thought. A book travels for days, for years, sometimes for centuries to meet you at an exact point in time.
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Book Fashion Love Myself Point Time Togetherness Universe

You are a writer bleeding words onto a page. And the ones who hate you will trample on that page. And the ones who love you will cut you, to keep you bleeding.

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You are a writer bleeding words onto a page. And the ones who hate you will trample on that page. And the ones who love you will cut you, to keep you bleeding.

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