I am strong. My heart still hopes. My mind still dreams. My soul still craves pouring energy into everything that I love.
STEPHANIE BRIARCan 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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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 usually seek the divine in the sky, But religion is best found on the ground. Nature is our true creator.
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When you focus on directing your energy away from harm and toward healing, you feed the soul and starve the ego.
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I am a phoenix living in a culture of vultures.
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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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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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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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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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If we are what we love, Then I am whatever you are made of.
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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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Light finds you just as I once did: an accident that is no accident.
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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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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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The stars are where we came from. They orchestrated our return to the place we can always come home: our ancient, timeless love.
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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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