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

Lang Leav

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
What I feel for you is at once the expression of language and the absence of it.
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Absence Expression Feeling Language Myself
Maybe we slip in and out of alternate worlds through our minds and our imaginations, picking up scar tissue from other dimensions.
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Dimension Imagination Mindset Ourselves Pick Scars World
Strange how it mattered so much, when now it matters so little.
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Important Strange Value
The sad thing is,” she said, “the moment you start to miss someone, it means they’re already gone.
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Missing Moments Sadness Yourself
I have happened in so many places, to so many people – the essence of me lives on in these nuances, these moments.
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Essence Live Moments Myself People Place
When you lose a person, a whole universe goes along with them.
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Break Up Deep Lose Loss Person Universe Yourself
Knowing sleep will set it right – if you were not to wake.
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Known Right Sleep Wake Up Yourself
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
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
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
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
There is a savagery to what you feel. It eats you up inside. But you will get through it; you don’t need his mouth to placate you. You don’t need his hands to untangle the butterfly knot in your heart. Your love is a fire that will burn itself out. Let it ravage you.
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Feeling Heart Love Need Savage Willing Yourself
Somehow, there is a sense of comfort in knowing nothing will ever hit me quite as hard again. Nothing will ever be as beautiful, but neither will anything hurt as much.
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Beautiful Comfortable Hurt Known Myself Willing
That night, we talked the way old friends do, with candor and ease.
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Friendship Night Talk
Hands are no longer hands. They are caresses. Mouths are no longer mouths. They are kisses. My name is no longer a name, it is a call. And love is no longer love – love is you.
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Call Hands Kiss Love Name Relationship Yourself

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