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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

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@ifellinlovehere
help me publish my book
My name is Michelle, I've been writing a book for 4 years now based on old Irish mythology and g… michelle long needs your support for Help
Anne Carson // Jonathan Safran Foer
Oh everything I have I had to work for
Emptying my cup just to pour
I'll never feel full
Because without its so dull
You used to be my hero
But now my heart arches in fear o
I wish I never played with love in my life
Because this grief is rife
With hatred for myself
Now I stand there upon your shelf
Dust covered and alone
Oh god what I would give to hear you on the phone
Drunken melodies
Don't really compete
With lack of connection
I needed your affection
To feel whole
Now the heart is disappearing due to my soul
“Consider how precious a soul must be, when both God and the devil are after it.”
— Charles Spurgeon
DO IT FOR HER
(her being you )
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To that stupid naive girl I fell in love with I stil check for a good morning text from you and every morning I cry a little inside for it.
Would you destroy something perfect in order to make it beautiful?
Gerard Way
Home is not a person
Nor is it a longing
I am terribly fearsome
I die in this forlonging
For the girl I once knew
Had died in battle for love
Love took her to the depths and spewed her out in pieces nothing left but two
Her soul is that of a dove
Pure white and trying for escapism
In these words I write dying she longs to leave this prism
No one could phantom
How she daydreams through this melancholy anthem
That is life
Because all she's known is how to be someone's wife
-Bylthe baird, if my body could speak
Virginia Woolf, from The Waves
— Louise Glück, from “Timor Mortis.”
Mahmoud Darwish // Fyodor Dostoevsky
Richard siken / dave eggers