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Why does it hurt? Sometimes hearts touch before hands. You don’t need their skin to connect. Their smile and their voice and really their mind, is what makes it worthwhile. I will miss her wit while she questions if people really saw beyond her features and her smiling cheeks. I don’t know anything except that mine are moist. Im fine, and maybe scary and a little dismissive but my heart feels the same except my life is shallow because paper absorbs all and maybe money is all I see.

Someone that reads about fantasies and finding soulmates is always falling short in making sense to people. They confuse friends and lovers and make a fool out of themselves.

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Endless

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Destinations.

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“If you see something beautiful in someone, speak it.”

— Ruthie Lindsey

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Anne Sexton, The Black Art

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Summertime.

You can’t spend more than five minutes on something that won’t matter in five years.

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لا تسرِق فرحة أحد، لا تقهر قلب أحد، أعمارنا قصيّرة؛ وفِي قبورنا نحتاج من يدعي لنا لا علينا

Do not steal the happiness of anyone, and do not trouble the heart of anyone. Our lives are short, and in our graves we will be in need of those who pray for us and not against us.

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I feel for every convict who has had his people stop writing to him and I immensely connect with the mystery behind being out of touch.

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Gut Feelings.

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where r u, visit me by chance.

I’ll roll the dice and maybe I’m king.

أنتِ

“You’re mine, My queen and my kingdom”

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I have an idea. I have many ideas. I write only in the form of ideas. I imagine my ideas in a present time real life but at the end of the sentence an idea is an idea and the only thing that can bring it to life is that one person that has the same idea. The worst thing of all is that I have no idea whatsoever who this person is. For once I am out of ideas.

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Still, I am still still as I try to decide between whether I am more in love with the idea or the actuality of that thing most people call love.

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The word sincerity disrupts the serenity of a heart that writes “sincerely yours” so effortlessly, so carelessly.

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I am a victim to a socially unacceptable cry and I will end my silence with this.

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here and there, everywhere, people are struggling but noone cares because between you and I a world thats hurting cannot help its people.

so help yourself not to a feast but to a grip of faith and peace.

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The little things can change a perspective so quickly it’s almost frightening to be the same person but at the same time it’s also so rewarding to not be on the same side as a blind man.

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and as long as I live you will never see me forget my roots.