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Every day I measure the weight of my past against the present and feel the drag of what could have been.

Lang Leav

You’re young and there’s still so much ahead. So much uncertainty and doubt. It keeps you up at night-this wild, restless feeling. But you don’t know how free you are. For this short, miraculous time, you have no one to answer to, nothing to lose. You belong wholly to yourself.
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Doubt Feeling Lose Miracle Time Young Yourself
You were none, and now you’re all; your worth will rise, the more I fall.
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Fall Myself Rise Worth
I know you were born with your heart already broken. But the world began in pieces and somehow made itself whole.
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Born Heart Broken Known Myself Pieces Whole
She can feel it down to her very core-this is her time. She will not only climb mountains-she will move them too.
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Feeling Herself Inspirational Intense Mountain Movement
Love is a dormant volcano, lying in wait, biding its time.
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Dormant Love Silence Time Volcano
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
You can create something that is pure genius, but you have to get your timing right.
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Creation Genius Pure Right Timing Yourself
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
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 did not know that it was love until I knew.
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Known Love Myself
Take me someplace where I can feel something-I want to give away my heart. Tell me his name so I can know love when it speaks to me. Give me someone I can write about.
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Feeling Heart Heart Broken Myself Name Place Writing
Before the tears that tore us, when our history was before us.
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History Ourselves Tears
In the wrong hands, your past is a weapon.
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Hands Past Weapon Wrong 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
I used to think people were like lighthouses. That they were there to protect you. But they’re no. People are lime whirlpools. They pull you in; they drag you under. You have to work so hard just to keep your head above water.
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Deep Hard Lighthouse People Philosophy Protection Safety Struggle Thinking Water Yourself
It was a kind love, a selfless love. I was a dreamer, and you were a traveler. We met at the crossroads. I saw love in your smile, and I recognized it for the first time in my life. But you had a plane to catch, and I was already home.
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Catch Home Kind Love Myself Recognition Selfless Time Traveling Yourself

Every day I measure the weight of my past against the present and feel the drag of what could have been.

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