But then life's too short don't you think? to waste another minute trying to prove yourself for people who don't deserve it.
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By the end of the day you'll finally realize that your mind is your worst enemy.
It plays tricks on you and twists your manners in the most subtle way possible.
It's not about them anymore. it's about you.
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You cannot even love yourself how do you expect them to do it for you?
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I've been low, but dammit I bet it don't show
It was heaven a moment ago
I had it almost..
Repeat Until Death by Novo Amor
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No one loses anyone, because no one owns anyone. That is the true experience of freedom: having the most important thing in the world without owning it.
Paulo Coelho, Eleven Minutes
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“I am a collection of dismantled almosts.”
— Anne Sexton, “Anne Sexton: A Self-Portrait in Letters”
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I feel, as always, the same closeness to you which your silence makes into a kind of speech of its own.
Anne Sexton, from ‘A Self-Portrait in Letters’ — Brother Dennis Farrell, 2nd August 1963
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You could learn every single language there is to exist and still find none to describe your feelings
so you keep them in and let your eyes do the talk instead.
-Row-
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For I am starting my Sufjan Stevens summer at last, letting vida recede beneath my sorrowful puddle of solitude
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I just like to romanticize the night
the way it embraces me, like it's telling me something only I can comprehend
and each star there to ignite my thoughts into some prideful reverie
composing this sweet lullaby that warms my heart through each beat
reminding me of why I'm here
that there's no such thing as coincidence
and that everything happens for a reason
the same reason I'm staring into the wild darkness
feeling a million things at once
pain, relief, elation, anger, ecstasy
all falling into a trance of soft whispers
this, is why I love the night
because I feel like it keeps the whole world's secrets
and because there could be another me now, laying the same way, talking to the same stars, telling a whole other story
it never stops
not until all those breaths stop flowing
-Row-
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But I am home wherever you are near
There's no life in anything when you're not here
Love in the Time of Socialism by Yellow House, 2017
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maybe I only ever loved the idea of you
and maybe I chose to refrain from the fact that you're only how I wanted you to be
-Row-
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