They say I’m a great loss, but then why has no one ever wanted to keep me close?
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They say I’m a great loss, but then why has no one ever wanted to keep me close?

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I will keep planting sunflowers in my soul, so when you arrive you’ll know I was always growing love, growing toward you and growing for you
I will not die quietly. I will go out like a cathedral collapsing, like a star imploding, like a scream buried so deep in the earth it becomes a fault line.
"Would it be okay if I only loved you with what I have left of me? I have fought many wars of love that have left me so empty. They have made me feel like nothing but dust. So, tell me, is what I have left to offer enough?" -Secret Gardens Poetry
i have been feeling eternally lost lately, but in moments of solace i look to the skyline and i think to myself that maybe there is something more to this life

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Ignorance is better than knowledge. Fools have the belief awareness is power. Awareness only brings you to your knees, questioning your own words—making even the atheist beg God for an answer. But what if the answer is silence? What if the truth is a weight too heavy to bear, a burden that crushes rather than enlightens? Perhaps ignorance is not bliss, but survival.
i loved you. you loved me too. i had more love to give you didn’t; i can not conjure a more poetic tragedy