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“Do yourself a favor and learn how to walk away. When a connection starts to fade, learn how to let it go. When a person starts to mistreat you, learn how to move on … to something and someone better. Don’t waste your energy trying to force something that isn’t meant to be.”
— Reyna Biddy
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Where do you see yourself in 5 years?
Look buddy, i’m just trying to make it to Friday.
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When I think of it, the impossibility of him and me, I realized that unrequited love is like a lonely man who is mad at the world and in some ways only can survive when he's alone. Because when he's with someone, there's a half chance it will only end up her shattering him and him shattering her. So it's best like this. Him not knowing what's inside my head. What's inside my heart. But that doesn't mean that the thing inside me is not piercing a little deeper every time he smiles to me.
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Why do I always fall for boys with pretty smile and curly hair, and the one that I know who will not fall for me?
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#abduction #Literature #Youngadult #teen #LucyChristopher # Stolen
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- Stolen by Lucy Christopher
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So, I just recently Uploaded my work on wattpad,they are sort of poems (short poems) about my daily thoughts, more on my personal thoughts that are about what i feel (about this person). Maybe you guys can give it a try? It would really help me since it's my first time writing something. It is called The Epitome of Unrequited. Thank you!
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enjoy the witchy pairing of mother and son in harry styles and stevie nicks
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It's awful I know
But the good thing is, you are
Still always loved by God
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“‘If two people love each other, there can be no happy end to it,’”
Ernest Hemingway
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- Stolen by Lucy Christopher
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"Francois Rabelais. He was this
poet. And his last words were 'I Go to
Seek a Great Perhaps.' That's why I'm going. So I don't have to wait until I die
to start seeking a Great Perhaps."
Looking for Alaska by John Green
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“He’s more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.”
— Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights
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“He’s more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.”
— Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights
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