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I don’t know how to put my love down, or to keep holding too much of it.

Stephanie Briar

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As if flesh and skin and hands are any match for bullets. As if bones won’t crack in hails of powder and lead. As if rivers of blood are not the direct result of trigger fingers that bend but do not break on “bad days”.
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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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Born Burn Fall Fire Inspirational Light Motivational Myself
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
Can hope bloom in the shade? Can time give back what it takes away? I once saw the answers to life in your eyes; now I can remember the words to goodbye.
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Bloom Eyes Hope Life Lost Myself Philosophy Relationship Remember Return Time Word
Creatives are neither born nor created. They are activated.
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Activate Born Creation Creativity
In my dreams you conjure me like a spell in the night. Let us haunt one another with uneasy peace, and die burning alive.
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Alive Burn Death Dreams Easy Haunt Myself Night Peace
He’ll keep some daying and tommorwing until he has no tomorrows left. I don’t choose that.
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When I was a child, I used to fear monsters under the bed. I have since learned that most monsters are found within. And they are always worth fighting.
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Bed Children Fear Fight Learning Monster Myself Worth
The day I made peace with my pain was the day I was born again.
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Born Myself Pain Peace
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 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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Clothes Cry Ghost Myself Remember
We weren’t written in the stars; all that glitters wasn’t ours.
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Ourselves Stars Writing
We usually seek the divine in the sky, But religion is best found on the ground. Nature is our true creator.
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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
Anxiety is living with an apple on your head and you imagine that everyone you know stands watching with a bow to shoot an arrow at it.
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Anxiety Head Imagination Live Mental Shoot Stand Yourself
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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Act Best Breathe Greatness Last Let Go Love Myself Quiet

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