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Be patient. Your voice will find its way into the world, not in one loud instance but a steady trickle that turns into a deluge.

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Our love story comes to me in waves, in movie stills and long summer afternoons spent under a sky of incessant blue. I still think of your eyes in flashes of color, your hands in a frenetic, feverish blur-your smile a mosaic of light and shadow. I still find myself lost in those moments of abstraction.
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Abstraction Hands Light Love Moments Ourselves Shadow Wave
I wanted everything because I didn’t want anything enough.
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Desire Enough Myself
When you don’t have the whole attention of someone, you find yourself begging for it from everyone.
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Attention Beg Finding Yourself
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
If you have to be with someone at all, then be with someone who makes you feel like you are still in control.
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Control Feeling Togetherness Yourself
Most people want to save the entire world. It’s a lovely thought, and I’m not saying it’s not a noble pursuit-but it’s impossible to save everyone. You just have to pick your little corner of the world and focus your energy there. That’s the only way you will ever make a difference.
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Energy Focus Myself People Save Thinking World
Let her be herself. Or she will be somebody else’s.
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Be Yourself Herself Identity
Knowing sleep will set it right – if you were not to wake.
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Known Right Sleep Wake Up Yourself
The memory of you is fading, a little at a time, and I can feel myself forgetting.
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Fade Forget Memories Myself Time
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
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
For me, that was the death of the word, or; because now, there is no other. It was the end of the word, and; for I love only you.
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Death I Love You Relationship
The things that seem to matter less, are the ones we put on show.
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Oneself Show Value
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
I loved you more than love was allowed.
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Allow Excess I Love You Myself
The less you speak, the more weight your words will carry when you do.
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Important Talk Value Weight Word Yourself

Be patient. Your voice will find its way into the world, not in one loud instance but a steady trickle that turns into a deluge.

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Be patient. Your voice will find its way into the world, not in one loud instance but a steady trickle that turns into a deluge.

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