Feel free to tell everyone I'm the monster of your story. But please don't forget to mention which chapter you created me in. Tell them how I got into the world: not between flames and shadows, but between broken promises and silences that weighed more than screams.
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What egomaniac of you feel like you can't give closure to that story because it didn't have the ending you wanted
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If there is a human being on this planet, who loves you more sincerely and deeper than I do, so I want him by your side.
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When you done making love to me, stay. Don't run to get dressed, don't run from the silence. Look at me... as if you still want me, even though my skin is no longer burning, even though the desire is gone. Don't turn off the light.
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There’s an order that life is supposed to follow. An order of breaths we are supposed to take, as if we are passing a torch from one generation to the next. And our torch is supposed to go out before our child’s flame is extinguished.
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Attitudes of children that break a mother There are things children do that break a mother's heart... things a mother never claims, but break her heart in silence, because a mother doesn't expect money, or expensive gifts, all she wants is to feel like a part of your life. She wants you to call her from time to time, tell her how you are, hug her for no reason, but there are attitudes that hurt her more than you can imagine.
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I hope your next love takes care of you all that they have not known, don't forget that you like songs, dances, field days, nights under the stars and sunsets almost as much as flowers. I hope your next love never gets tired of telling you how beautiful you are, that those times when your self-esteem drops he can convince you that you are perfect, that you are a ten, that you are everything he had asked heaven for and a little bit more.
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I dressed up for you, teasing, hinting more than showing... to write you lit verses, to bring you here, to my letters, and that when you read me, you imagine me.
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Come and tell me that you miss me. Tell me though u with him, it's me who comes to your mind at night.
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She lay on the white sheets like someone who surrenders to the sea without resistance. The warm afternoon light caressed her bare skin, painting it soft gold.
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Yall always ask me how I stay strong… but nobody wants to hear this part.
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When a woman is aroused, it means her body is opening to receive a deeply rich and luxurious experience. If she is healed, that arousal becomes more intense, more alive, more flowing through every layer of her being. That luxurious experience is something only her masculine energy can truly give her.
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