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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.

Lang Leav

I was there in your forgetting, until I was forgot.
LANG LEAV

Forgetting Myself
I think that bothers me more than anything. That he could look in my eyes and tell me something that is completely contrary to the truth.
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Eyes Myself Thinking Truth
In cemeteries of memories, our love will lie in caskets.
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Break Up Fade Love Lying Memories Ourselves Time
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
Let her be herself. Or she will be somebody else’s.
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Be Yourself Herself Identity
Whatever path you choose will take you to the same destination. The only thing that should guide you is your intuition.
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Choice Destination Guide Intuition Path Yourself
And if you’ve forgotten, let me remind you. How love never really ends. How your heart breaks the same way it beats, again and again, and again.
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Break End Forget Reminder Yourself
Now I know being close to you was never about the proximity.
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Distance Myself Togetherness
I think the mysterious pull that draws you to another person is identical to the one that moves our eyes upward to the stars.
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Identity Mystery Stars Thinking Yourself
Searching for the one thing, that would set my sad soul free.
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Free Oneself Sad Search Soul
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
In the wrong hands, your past is a weapon.
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Hands Past Weapon Wrong Yourself
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
To love is a dare, when hope and despair, are gates upon it hinges.
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Dare Despair Gate Hope Love
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
What is she like? I was told – she is a melancholy soul.
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Melancholy Sadness Soul

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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