— Louise Glück, from “Timor Mortis.”
If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more.
— Jane Austen
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— Louise Glück, from “Timor Mortis.”
If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more.
— Jane Austen
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– Louis Sachar, "Stanley Yelnats' Survival Guide to Camp Green Lake"
[TEXT ID: But don't forget who you really are. And I'm not talking about your so-called real name. All names are made up by someone else, even the one your parents gave you. You know who you really are. When you're alone at night, looking up at the stars, or maybe lying in your bed in total darkness, you know that nameless person inside you. END ID]
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When you listen to music you cannot stop crying because it says the most beautiful and painful stories . That your own heart just bursts and hurts like a knife slowly carving the words in your heart .But you can't stop because it's so addictive and peaceful at the same time . by: mysecretpoetry
Just two Kids,
Just two broken souls,
Trying there best to love
While trying to fix themselves.
Feeling like shit all the time
They secretly depends on each other.
One depends more on the other,
But he does not know.
She overthinks every move she makes
Afraid he’ll leave her.
~MOTH
Poets are the painters of human experience, capturing the colors of their heart in verse.
— agelesslibrary
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I cared
I always have,
And always will,
But why can’t you?