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[jaggedjawjosh]

In the quiet shadow, I learn to lead; a guiding star through whispered doubts, I forge the path with courage spun from gentle hope and unseen dreams.

[wordsbystardust]

Show me what love looks like 💜

I never knew what forever is,

because if you loved me

how can you let me go?

I've never felt true love before,

The only love I know

is the Love I gave you.

[wordsbystardust]

Because waiting for you to Love me hurt more than leaving you 💔

I loved you

until I broke myself

and you wonder why

did I walk away?

I wonder too

when I still dream of you

I walked away

because leaving you

was easier than letting you go.

[wordsbystardust]

Unconditional

I want to run into you

like I used to before

it was unintentional,

that's what I told my heart.

There's an ache in me

to be where you are,

it would be unconditional

I'll simply admire you from afar.

[prodigylifepro]

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[wordsbystardust]

Just a chapter.

I missed you…but all I did was pretendwhen I was with my friendsAll of my smiles were liesperfectly crafted to hidethat I was hurting all this time.

I miss you…but you chose to be a chapterin the story of my life.So here I am lying in piecesin the place where I confessedI loved you, I still do.

[velvet-thoughts-and-honey]

-lynnea fitzgerald (@/fermentingferns on instagram)

[kennethfinton]

Ron Padgett

The Writer’s Almanac for June 17, 2016

  Hug by Ron Padgett

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The older I get, the more I like hugging. When I was little the people hugging me were much larger. In their grasp I was a rag doll. In adolescence, my body was too tense to relax for a hug. Later, after the loss of virginity—which was anything but a loss—the extreme proximity of the other person, the smell of hair, the…

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