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TiredI Love too much and think too long. I miss being adored and being told I'm wonderful. I mourn for the 17 year old me in love. I want to be someones one. BUT I have thoughts and feelings which contradict those completely.
its my chance to do and go where I need to. My wants, dreams, creativity and the luxury of choices can resurface after so long. Its like dusting off an old toastie maker
I want someone who gets the best of me, and before that can happen i need to be the best i can be soft, confident and calm or as calm as i can be anyway. You get the idea.
Its hard, i get overwhelmed and i need a hug and no one is around to hug me even though Ive been there for them. But whose to complain if my friends are happy. Ive never been in more pain than the times I've made my friends hurt. And i want to apologise but it just seems like its a better idea to move on and try to be happy.
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comment, to get comments.
share your kindness, not your hate.
love the art, before yourself.
meditate on this.
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Your felicity is the prettiest gift you can give to the world,
just because felicity is contagious.
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love is not love that bends when its alteration finds or moves with the remover to remove.
oh no it is an ever fixent mark that looks on tempests and is never shaken.
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"Like a flame burning away the darkness
Life is flesh on bone convulsing above the ground."
-E. Elias Merhige
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love is not love that bends when its alteration finds or moves with the remover to remove.
oh no it is an ever fixent mark that looks on tempests and is never shaken.
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