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One-sided love. A poem
Loving you is like hitting a wall
In hopes it would break
It’s bleeding
Except it’s not. It’s me.
I’m knocking on a door closed long ago
A door, that was never leading anywhere.
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"The Curve of Your Eyes", Paul Éluard (translation by John Lyons)
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what's meant for you will always feel natural, calm and clear, not forced, chaotic and confusing.
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всеки път, когато се сближа с някого в един момент докосвам нещо грозно
въпросът е искам ли да го обичам въпреки това
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when you see someone holding a flower bouquet in public it is like poetry is happening
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"Now that I'm free to be myself, who am I?"
– Mary Oliver, from "Blue Iris", Devotions
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“Затварянето в себе си ме проветрява.”
— Блага Димитрова ✴ (via wishpetrova)
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