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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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It is only the year that is ending. So why does it feel like the world is?
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Ending Feeling Myself World
He gave her such gifts – not the kind that were put in boxes, but the sort that filled her with imagination, breathing indescribable happiness into her life.
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Breathing Gift Happiness Herself Imagination Indescribable Kind Life
It 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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Believe Blessing Curse Learning Yourself
One day you meet someone and for some inexplicable reason, you feel more connected to this stranger than anyone else.
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Connection Day Feeling Oneself Reason
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
But how could I have stopped him from taking what was already his?
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Himself Limitation Stop
And you said ecstasy was a storm cloud, just before the rain would burst into the night sky, like a thousand aquatic stars-and not one single moment before.
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Burst Cloud Moments Oneself Rain Storm
That’s the thing about writers – on one hand everything is sacred to them, but, on the other, nothing really is.
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Hands Oneself Sacred Writing
Because sooner or later, all kinds of love – crazy love, wild love- fade into the same thing. The love becomes old and predictable -safe.
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Age Growth Kind Love Old Prediction Safety Soon Time Wild
And I sighed and wept for what could not be–and for all that could have been.
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Cry Dream Future Myself Sadness
Of all you’ve used against me, the worst has been my words.
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Word Worst Yourself
But when I look at you, I just know instinctively, that despite the odds against you and although life will always find a way to test you, someday you’ll have everything you want. Your ending will be a happy one.
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Ending Finding Happiness Known Life Myself Way
Here’s the story of my life. Hoping they would care about me or wishing they wouldn’t care so much.
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Care Hope Life Myself Story
Who you love and who loves you back determines so much in your life.
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Determination Life Love Relationship Yourself
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 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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Deep Myself People Poet Sadness Thinking Writing

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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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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