yuasloveletters

[yuasloveletters]

You again.

I don't know what to think but I feel. And all I feel is you. You're not here, where ever I look but your loving soul is what left my heart full. Full of you.

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Destroyed family life.

What is my use if you no longer need me? Every day I work hard for your well-being but nothing is enough. No matter what happens, everything is wrong. Am I really your child or a servant? Shouldn't a mother want everything and the best for her child. Oh, all I know is that my children will never ask themselves that question. You give me an example of what I don't want to be like in the future. I love you with all my heart mom, even if that isn't enough.

Sincerely yours, your daughter.

- yuasloveletters

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You know, there is something I ask myself everyday. Can a artist be ever truly vicious? How can one capture the prettiest moments on canvas if he s truly vicious. Only hurting souls know to do so, so tell me can they be truly evil? Because its love what they hide in deepest corners of their souls. Anyone sees it on the canvas. But no one sees their soul.

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A poem of me trying to sort out my thoughts when I thought of him:

Let me be the rain around you. Cause it can touch you so easily, without second thoughts or doubts. Let me be rain around you, cause its water what you need to live. I want to be the meaning of your existence. Drown your sorrows, doubts and pain in me. I will be there, your rain. You will be my earth cause with you I grow, the essence of my happiness. Together we will be strong, even immortal. Our love at least, shell will die but our love filled souls will always stay alive.

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In der traurigen Kunst spiegelt sich die wahre Bedeutung der Liebe.

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i will kiss every single scar on your body and soul to remind you that love doesn't always have to hurt.

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no matter how much it hurts, we'll always run back into the fire to save the things we love.

- kl macourt

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it made me lonely. and when i say lonely, i mean the kind of loneliness that howls through you like a desert wind. it wasn't just the loss of people i had known but also the loss of myself. the loss of who i had been when i had been with them.

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i hope everything reminds you of me. not as a blessing, as a curse.

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the past is a candle at great distance.

too close to let you quit, too far to comfort you.

-unknown

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if it was a piece of paper, i would tear it.

if it was a bottle, i would break it.

if it was a wall, i would tear it down. but it is my heart.

- mahmoud darwish

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i'm both, a healer and a harmer. i fix everyone i can but in the end, i have no strenght left to heal myself.

-shelby leigh

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coffee and drugs are the most addictive things in the world, he thought.

until one day, he saw the way her eyes glow when she smiles.

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"but how can you love a person who is not whole?"

because you, like the moon, are not only beautiful when full, in all of you fractions and phases and ivory white pieces, i love you.

- beau taplin, moon phases

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"it's like you made flowers grow in my lungs and although they are beautiful, i cannot breathe anymore."

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many feared her, some dared to try her spells, while others envied it. it was said that if you listened close enough, her mystical voice would lure you to where she is, but it is warned, that if you don't resist the powerful urges she brings, and that if your eyes cast on to her pure skin, her luscious hair, her hypnotic eyes under soft lashes and her captivating lips. her beauty will lead you into the deep dark ocean and hug in a warmth you've never felt. it will never let you go.

- the siren

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"milena, if a million loved you, i am one of them, and if one loved you, it was me, if no one loved you then know that i'm dead."

- franz kafka, letters to milena