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Find me. In this place or the next. I will know it’s you when I see your eyes. You will know it’s me when you see my smile.
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Please stop doing this to yourself. What good will reading my professions of love for him do you? You are breaking yourself over and over and for what? For a love that can never go back to the way that it was? You deserve peace. You deserve happiness. We all do. We deserve better. Better…
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And what is the harm in dying one more time when it is for you? LL~
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how many times can a boy let you go to bed with your heart half broken before you understand just how much he doesn’t love you? LL~
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I have asked myself far too frequently.. If he only loves me in private then, dear girl, is that really love? LL~
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it is Christmas morning and I’ve decided the best present I can give myself is the gift of unloving you.. LL~
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Loving you was like loving a ghost. Many times I felt you but I’m not sure you were ever really here.. LL~
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Perhaps there is good In being broken Because then You can put the pieces back together Just the way you want them LL.
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I don’t fit completely and entirely anywhere From one day to the next I change as my moon does And find my way back to what I want again and again I am ever changing but stable, wild yet tame Dark and light, fast and slow The me you see today is just an evolved…
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It doesn’t matter what I do to keep myself busy. As soon as there is a quiet moment, it is you that I think of. Always you. And before I know it, I am sinking down down down again and drowning in unrequited love. LL~
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The Blood & The Bones 