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laurachouettepoetry · 2 months
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I’m starving of myself.
- Laura Chouette
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laurachouettepoetry · 2 months
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The art of creating something tragic is to love it too much.
- Laura Chouette
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laurachouettepoetry · 4 months
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Art puts me trough life and trough art I see life.
- Laura Church
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laurachouettepoetry · 4 months
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The art of creating something tragic is to love it too much.
- Laura Chouette
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laurachouettepoetry · 4 months
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To love means to be willing to give everything of yourself away; and to be loved means to never find yourself in a situation where you truly need to lose yourself.
- Laura Chouette
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laurachouettepoetry · 4 months
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To love means to be willing to give everything of yourself away; And to be loved means to never be asked to do so.
- Laura Chouette
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laurachouettepoetry · 5 months
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My stars fall for the idea of you
as long as my night sky
(is made out of constellations of hope).
- LauraChouette
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laurachouettepoetry · 11 months
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We are all born with different masks (on) - the art is to make them look like ourselves.
- Laura Chouette
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How magnificent a lifetime feels once it is held together by something that is worth loving.
- Laura Chouette
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Love takes up the most place in our heart - that is why we make it our home.
- Laura Chouette
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Time stood still,
once I first met you.
And after your left me
every second began to hurt...
for I was trapped inside our eternity.
- Laura Chouette
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My only mistake was
that I loved simple things too much
and cared not enougn for the difficult ones.
(that is what maybe broke the world and myself in the very end).
-Laura Chouette
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With flowers in mind nothing inside the world seems cruel.
-Laura Chouette
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Suffering is easy, once you have a heart; it becomes unbearable once it is broken.
-Laura Chouette
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I am nothing but a soul in grief - a gravestone yet not set but with flowers in mind.
- Laura Chouette
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- The entire world is breakable, you only feel that once you fall in love with something in it.
- Laura Chouette
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My end is a curve of infinite love - a way of suffering while feeling deeply loved.
- Laura Chouette
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