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But how could I have stopped him from taking what was already his?

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She would fondly call him her Frankenstein, this man who was a patchwork of all the things she had ever longed for.
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Herself Man Patch Work
And I told him, if I am so hard to love, then let me run wild.
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Hard Love Myself Run Wild
That’s the thing about happiness. It doesn’t require justification.
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Happiness Justification
I know there is a terrible distance between us. But our bodies are made of stardust, and we are hurtling through space and time, toward the most beautiful collision.
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Beautiful Body Collision Distance Hurt Known Myself Space Time
Understand that we must lose our way, over and over, before we can find the best version of ourselves.
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Best Lose Lost Ourselves Understand Version Way
Fear isn’t a reason when it comes to love–it’s an excuse. Anyone who has ever been in love will tell you that.
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Excuse Fear Love Reason Yourself
To love is a dare, when hope and despair, are gates upon it hinges.
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Dare Despair Gate Hope Love
If you love me for what you see, only your eyes would be in love with me.
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Eyes Love Myself See Yourself
Like time suspended, a wound unmended – you and I. We had no ending, no said goodbye; For all my life, I’ll wonder why.
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End Life Myself Time Wound
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.
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Known Love Man Miracle Myself Relationship
Now I know being close to you was never about the proximity.
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Distance Myself Togetherness
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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Pain Quite Touch Transparent Truth Yourself
I can’t believe how hard it is. The pain is indescribable. It’s like I’ve been turned into sandstone and my insides are being slowly hollowed out by a chisel and mallet.
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Believe Hard Hollow Indescribable Myself Pain Slow
Where the strangers we meet, take us down one way streets, and forgetting is something we’re taught.
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Forget Meet Myself Stranger Teaching
I am already nostalgic for what we have, even with you still here.
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Gratitude Myself Nostalgia Relationship Yourself
The feeling is like the ocean. Sometimes calm and still; other times, it’s a hurricane.
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Calm Feeling Hurricane Ocean Time

But how could I have stopped him from taking what was already his?

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