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"Coming down for the thousandth time, I'm perched on the precipice of a billion broken promises. I'm speeding through the intersections of my own broken heartstrings, blowing red lights and ignoring red flags. I'm thinking, 'history repeats itself.' I'm wondering why. The world outside is still happening also."
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"I stood in your doorway this morningdreaming you'd turn aroundyou'd tilt your headyou'd softly whisper stayor that you'd grab my armsto shake me while askingwhat the hell are we doingwe loveeach otherand this is not rightso we will make this worknow stay!You poured your coffee. Stirred the spoon like a crystal manwith your back to me and not a sound. the fridge humming elegies while the clock ticked onand the streets are so clean here people rushing to workand maybe I should be tooby nowat this agethis stagethis town.I will stand in that doorway dreamingfor many nights to come."
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"Sometimes day and night reverse. Sometimes up goes down and down goes up, and love turns into hate, and the things you counted on get washed out from under your feet, leaving you pedaling in the air. Sometimes people stop loving you. And that's the kind of darkness that never gets fixed, no matter how many moons rise again, filling the sky with a weak approximation of light."
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"It hurts, doesn't it? Giving someone everything you can think of. The wings to fly and roots to stay and yet watch them choose none of those, leaving you hanging in the middle of void and nothingness."
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"Every time, he breaks your hearts. And every time, he expects me to pick up the pieces."
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"When you want to share something with another person more than anything, it is one of the most difficult things to realize that you can never have it. Accepting this realization is even more difficult. Loving someone does mean saying goodbye to them in some cases, though we will fight that until the oftentimes bitter end before doing the right thing."
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"She'd cried over a broken heart before. She knew what that felt like, and it didn't feel like this. Her heart felt not so much broken as just ... empty. It felt like she was an outline empty in the middle. The outline cried senselessly for the absent middle. The past cried for the present that was nothing."
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"Are you determined to leave me in this world to live without my heart?' Archer asked. 'Because that's what you very nearly did."
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"I got desire to be alive when i got believe in your embrace i will die.Believe had Broken and desire Lost."
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"Some men break your heart in two,Some men fawn and flatter,Some men never look at you;And that cleans up the matter."
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"A heart, once stolen, can never be taken back."
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"What if I were to tell you the game's been rigged, that I was destined to win from the very beginning? To be clear: Winning is subjective. For the record: I win by losing, by avoiding the confusion of possibility, the sheer terror of potential. To make a long story short: I win when I lose and I lose by running, by pushing you away."
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"There are never any real stars in LA, but we've got a bunch of fake ones made out of brass and terrazzo. We embed them in the sidewalks outside of strip clubs and gift shops- Walk of Fame, walk of shame walk of names we're all destined to forget sooner or later."
Fame
"I need to move. I don't fit in here. I almost tried a juice cleanse once, but quickly remembered that I could starve, and was starving, myself for free."
Change
"I've always wanted to be the sort of boy who does the right thing without having to think about it first, the kind of boy who makes his bed every morning and wears his mouth like a vase for words of kindness and simplicity. My agents keep telling me I'm too bruised to play the part. They have no idea how hard it is to make my bed when I'm constantly sleeping in yours, how difficult it is to keep my body from bruising when I'm almost always on my knees, making room in my vase for you, and watching while you text all the boys who are up for the role."
Love
"My desperation is deliberate. Despondency's a pheromone."
Struggle
"Repression is dangerous. It makes anvils of memories and drops them from impossible heights when you least expect it."
Healing
"I want to be split open and reminded of shame."
Healing
"I like people with weak will and bad taste.It feels like anything is possible."
Humor
"And confessions of love have always seemed out of place when you're gasping for air, when you're begging for pain,when you're missing something, unable to change the channel."
Longing
"I've come to realize that hunger feels more like home than any tangible structure ever has, or probably ever will. I know now that creating absence is my way of coping with absence."
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