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He is courageous, bold, full of light, She is smart, pretty, inventive. He catches the wind like a kite, She is at the end holding ...
Infinity
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The universe is expanding, just like my knowledge of the universe. Thoughts come and go, feelings pass by like an airplane in the sky, and ...
What I wish I told you...
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Your heart has hardened. It is not as hard as a rock yet, it is more of a gum-ball. It appears to be hard, but I know that it is soft...
flame and smoke
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His hands were charred from the fire and bleeding from the lacerations. He looked up at what he had done then back at his hands. He fel...
Shoes
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Protect. That's what shoes do. I stubbed my toe twice today. Once on a chair, and once on my bed frame...I wasn't wearing sho...
Fashionably Late
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I love hard. People who know me well maybe wouldn't say that about me, but I do. I love the beautiful people that surround me mo...
This isn't about you.
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This isn't about compromises, and this isn't about love. I know I shouldn't say stuff like "my life is just getting start...
Bijou
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I remember the first experience I had with death. When I was in kindergarten, my mom checked me out of class. When we got in the car, s...
Small letters.
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To the smiley one, Don't change anything, except for being a little more optimistic. Love, The one you joke about To the aggres...
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