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My father was a house,my mother was a home.

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But it was now time for her to go away-to find someone who could show her what happiness was.
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Finding Happiness Herself Time
The second I tried to tell myself I wasn’t in love was the moment I realized I was.
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Love Moments Myself Realize
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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Blood Page Writing Yourself
I wanted everything because I didn’t want anything enough.
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Desire Enough Myself
But how could I have stopped him from taking what was already his?
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Himself Limitation Stop
Searching for the one thing, that would set my sad soul free.
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Free Oneself Sad Search Soul
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
To never do the things I’ve done that once had led to my undoing.
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Action Destruction Myself Work
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
If they were meant to be in your life, nothing cover ever make them leave. If they weren’t, nothing in the world could make them stay.
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Himself Leaving Life Myself Stay World
The most beautiful thing is not when you learn to live without something: it’s the moment you realize you never needed it in the first place.
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Beautiful Learning Live Moments Need Place
Love is a dormant volcano, lying in wait, biding its time.
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Dormant Love Silence Time Volcano
I’m the one having to pander to you. I’m sick of being the one doing all the chasing. I’m not asking you to make me a priority – I know you’ve got a lot going on. But at least meet me halfway.
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Chase Myself Priority Sick Value
I was there in your forgetting, until I was forgot.
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Forgetting Myself
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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Day Drag Measurement Myself Past Present
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

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