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Understand that we must lose our way, over and over, before we can find the best version of ourselves.

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People who are prone to sadness are more likely to pick up a pen.
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People Poet Sadness Writing
I have always thought of memories as fragments, like colored glass shards in a kaleidoscope. It is the source of great beauty in our lives, yet the cause of such heartache. It remains the bridge between our past and present – it gives weight and dimension to our very existence.
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Beautiful Color Dimension Existence Fragment Glass Greatness Heart Broken Memories Ourselves Source
I want you to remember my lips beneath your fingers and how you told me things you never told another soul. I want you to know that I have kept sacred, everything you had entrusted in me and I always will.
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Fingers Known Lips Myself Remember Sacred Soul
I know love because I am in love. Because of how long I’ve loved. Because of the man I love.
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Known Love Man Myself
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
I still search for you in crowds, in empty fields and soaring clouds. In city lights and passing cars, on winding roads and wishing stars.
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Break Up Crowd Empty Light Missing Myself Search Winding Yourself
There are days when the melancholy settles on you like a sudden change in weather. The kind of sadness that is intangible. Like the presence of an ache where you can’t pinpoint exactly where it hurts, you just know it does.
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Change Day Hurt Kind Known Sadness Yourself
Now that you have it all, do you ever wish you could go back to when you had it simple?
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Simplicity Yourself
I know how hard it is to have to love someone in secret.
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Hard Love Myself Secret
For she is his poet, and he is her poetry.
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Herself Himself Love Poet Poetry
I was loved in my dreams last night. It echoed through me like thunder-I felt it through and through.
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Dreams Love Myself Night Thunder
I have buried myself so deep in my words that sometimes I can’t tell if I am the person writing or the one hiding between the lines.
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Bury Hide Myself Person Poem Word Writing
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 missed you today. Between waking and sleeping, I thought of you.
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I Miss You Myself Sleeping Thinking Wake Up
Some Time Out 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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Different Important Love Prime Time Togetherness
But tomorrow, tomorrow could be different, and that is what keeps me going today.
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Belief Future Hope Myself

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