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To the songs you haven’t heard from me. To the pains you haven’t felt for me.

Renee Stone

Body and mind aren’t separated. And so all these things I write, they are felt in the aches of my heart.
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Body Heart Mind Myself Separate Writing
I bear the fruits of your memory in the expression of my art for that is what you gave to the world.
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Art Expression Fruit Memories World Yourself
There is a warmth that fills the soul when the sun’s rays tend to your skin from up above.
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Ourselves Rays Soul Sun Warm
I can assure you that I don’t wake up every day with a smile upon my face, and the distance from happiness in the morning isn’t set at a constant rate.
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Face Happiness Morning Myself Rate Smile Wake Up
You are chaos in my heart – clogging up my arteries. I can’t move on or bring in more love than what was at the start
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Artery Chaos Heart Love Move On Myself Start
People struggle with words that spill and overwhelm you because they themselves are sinking.
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People Sink Spill Struggle Word Yourself
To the songs you haven’t heard from me. To the pains you haven’t felt for me.
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Feeling Myself Pain Song Yourself
My words decay. I grow as they fray, unbecoming in the passage of time.
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Growth Myself Passage Time Word
I wish you could feel it when it’s dark at night, and I think of you when I pass the streetlights. But I know you feel the care without me being there.
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Care Darkness Feeling Myself Night
Here you are, another heartache to guard under my wings as I wait wondering when it’ll be time for me to fly.
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Fly Guard Heart Broken Myself Time Wondering
Tell me I’m sun-kissed, but you burn my skin. And you already told me, I was paper thin.
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Burn Myself Paper Skin Sun
I don’t think anyone really gets my attachment to the little things. They call it insignificant and say that it is what it is. I think it all adds up to what we stand for. The little things add up to something meaningful and so does the complacency.
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Attachment Call Meaning Myself Stand Thinking
I try to build myself a bridge to cross every time I start to ruminate on my thoughts.
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Bridge Build Myself Start Thinking Time Try
The free for all of love – these tiny acts within our capability. In turn, reciprocation is of no concern. We just want people to listen and learn that love is granted to all.
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Capacity Concern Freedom Learn Listen Love People
Staring into the abyss full of art – hoping for the return of a glimmer or a spark.
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Art Full Hope Return Spark Staring
I lost touch with the world around me – gone unnoticed by that which surrounds me, but I must find the presence of that which grounds me if I am to once again grasp onto everything I lost touch with.
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Lost Myself Notice Presence Surround Touch World

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