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If we are what we love, Then I am whatever you are made of.

Stephanie Briar

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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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Our story bleeds from my eyes until I cannot tell the stars from streetlights.
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Love me until oblivion paints your portraits on my eyelids, sinking by eons into distance that never separates us.
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I am strong. My heart still hopes. My mind still dreams. My soul still craves pouring energy into everything that I love.
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The glint of mischief in your eyes is the flint in my matchstick. Striking; always this close to igniting.
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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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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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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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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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We weren’t written in the stars; all that glitters wasn’t ours.
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The day I made peace with my pain was the day I was born again.
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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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“Ashes”, we once thought, but the embers in our eyes might have bought us time.
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In the absence of you I look to the moon and pray that the stars light my way, too.
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I count the stars from whence we came. I name them all for you; my flame.
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