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The day I made peace with my pain was the day I was born again.

Stephanie Briar

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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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I fall headlong into everything that lights me on fire. I know not of restraint. I was born to burn.
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We weren’t written in the stars; all that glitters wasn’t ours.
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Our memories lurch to a reluctant halt in their funeral march, so I can pour salt over them one last time.
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You’re preserved inside of me; cadaversque. I both acquiesce and atrophy because of it.
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Let yourself go a little wild, a little rough around through the edges; the human spirit wasn’t meant for carefully-curated perfection.
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I don’t know how to put my love down, or to keep holding too much of it.
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I was looking for you in all the places our love used to be. When all along I should have been looking for me.
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I am a phoenix living in a culture of vultures.
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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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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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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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The pain of your memory is sharp enough to be felt the nails raked along my back by somebody else.
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