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It quietly stops my breath to realize that my greatest grand gesture, my last, best act of love was to let you go.

Stephanie Briar

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The pain of your memory is sharp enough to be felt the nails raked along my back by somebody else.
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Some days, my mind will still be in prison, but I will live in spite of it. I unlearn how to swim; I trade my gills for lungs and wings.
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Learning Live Mindset Myself Prison Trade Wings
I count the stars from whence we came. I name them all for you; my flame.
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I erected cities with adoration on my tongue and you burnt mine down in the wake of your love.
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Admire Burn Love Myself Tongue Yourself
In the absence of you I look to the moon and pray that the stars light my way, too.
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The search for external sources is nothing compared to internal forces.
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I fall headlong into everything that lights me on fire. I know not of restraint. I was born to burn.
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Your darkness does not scare me, nor will I run from you; like a star, I’m falling for the phases of your moon.
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I would throw down roots with you if I ever had the chance. We’d grow strong in tender shoots, and bloom in burning hands.
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Burn Chance Growth Hands Myself Strong
He’ll keep some daying and tommorwing until he has no tomorrows left. I don’t choose that.
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We weren’t written in the stars; all that glitters wasn’t ours.
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I pressed the dress to my nose, and found what was left of your ghost. It was then that I remembered how to cry.
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It quietly stops my breath to realize that my greatest grand gesture, my last, best act of love was to let you go.
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Do I look as good as I remember, Looking back at you from over my shoulder, smug as the devil?
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Devil Goodness Myself Remember
You are what it feels like to watch the final silvers of sun fall and die into the silver ocean; tangerine sky giving way to moon-glow and starlight.
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Our story bleeds from my eyes until I cannot tell the stars from streetlights.
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Blood Eyes Light Ourselves Stars Story

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