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The Sun grasped the morning birds with the warm fingers of his new light. In dark she wiped her tears; and in dark she decided to get healed.
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Little Prince. I would follow him anywhere and convince him to go back to the Rose.
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Unexpressed Feelings
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“And they can’t understand, what hurts moreâ€� Missing the other person, or pretending not to.”
― Unexpressed Feelings
― Unexpressed Feelings
“But my world fell apart, and all they could do, the whole universe, was to silently move on.”
― Unexpressed Feelings
― Unexpressed Feelings
“Do you love me enough that I am allowed to be damaged? Do you love me enough that I am allowed to be weak in some places?”
― Unexpressed Feelings
― Unexpressed Feelings
“So every time I lose one of my shoes and my brother looks at me angrily thinking I’m trying to catch a prince with a lost shoe, or mistakenly cuts myself and the whole world around me thinks I’m trying to attract a vampire, I just laugh sounding like a complete stranger to them.
And to everyone like them.
I know I don’t need to be a Cinderella. Or an Isabella. I already own things, all things, every single thing, which I love and proudly dream to own. They're just not here…not in this world.
And that definitely doesn’t mean, I lost them.”
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And to everyone like them.
I know I don’t need to be a Cinderella. Or an Isabella. I already own things, all things, every single thing, which I love and proudly dream to own. They're just not here…not in this world.
And that definitely doesn’t mean, I lost them.”
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“Love has helped me to know God, but in a very selfish way.
I learned that if there is one source, only one source, through which I can get everything I love, then it is God. Only God.
By loving something or someone, this is who God became to me: a Giver; a Protector: a Helper. Nothing more.”
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I learned that if there is one source, only one source, through which I can get everything I love, then it is God. Only God.
By loving something or someone, this is who God became to me: a Giver; a Protector: a Helper. Nothing more.”
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“Just as the way sun is behind the moon’s light reflection, I know that everything which comes into my life, or every thing I notice, I see, I hear, has a story behind it.
And that story connects it to me. So I become curious to know these back stories.
And the more I know them, the more I know myself, each time in a different way.”
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And that story connects it to me. So I become curious to know these back stories.
And the more I know them, the more I know myself, each time in a different way.”
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“My eyes always keep searching,
for something inexpressible,
above the far away sky.
I long to get lost,
inside the evening-twilight.
Silence always tickles me �
in a strange way;
I meet “me�
in the time between
sunset and darkness.”
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for something inexpressible,
above the far away sky.
I long to get lost,
inside the evening-twilight.
Silence always tickles me �
in a strange way;
I meet “me�
in the time between
sunset and darkness.”
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