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I used to think communication was the key until I realized, comprehension is. You can communicate all you want with someone but if they don't understand you, it's silent chaos.

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On The Road, Jack Kerouac.

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Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

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Should I let your

Hands break us?

Or mine?

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I wish to be free but I am rootbound, heavy as iron in the earth. Who determined what I would be, that I would grow branches instead of wings? If only some bird had taken my acorn and lifted me aloft, so that I could have tasted the sky, that I might have never settled so deep or wound so dear around an earth that is loathe to let me leave. 

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Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Gentle Spirit

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To love life even when you have no stomach for it as they say!

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Becoming accustomed

To your sweet cruelty means

Forcing a smile everyone

Gets to see but

Nobody can feel,

Pondering the consequences of

No longer tiptoeing to avoid your

Reprisal.

Maybe you will

Let me go -

Or I will up and leave,

But you are both the honey and

The bee.

n.w - i don't want to be stung

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two years ago...

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You asked for me to know you

But I can't even find myself,

We're somewhere in these pages

But the bookmark's somewhere else.

And when the maps lead me astray

It's not you I sought to meet.

I'm tired of all these expectations

When I'm still struggling on my feet.

They say that in the end,

Some won't always work it out.

But honestly I'm not quite sure

If we were not forever heading south.

I'd rather focus on myself

Then try to salvage someone else,

And after all this time I guess it's right

That we put "us" back on the shelf.

n.w - dnf

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A gentle reminder

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How many of us were taught

That love is like a bruise?

Too tender to touch,

No use trying to pursue.

And love is never shameful

Until someone disapproves,

A silly notion of who to be

And whom to be with you.

But maybe love is like a promise,

A tornado of moments you can't undo.

And maybe let's just be honest,

Love is the ruined canvas -

Our souls to splinter and paste onto.

n.w - auto-destructive love

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It felt so lonely

Being in your arms,

As if being next to you

Meant trading in my armour.

If I was

A little smaller,

If I laughed

A little louder -

Maybe then you'd want me longer.

And you are

The scar that won't ever

Seem to heal

Even when you've gone away.

A cut so real

I can't seem to find

Who I was before you came.

n.w - you were a price i didn't want to pay

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