Sometimes I feel that the words not enough to explain how important you are to me, because you came into my life and you became something impossible to replace.
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There are people who come into your life and become a shelter. People who, with a hug, a sincere word or just their company, make everything weigh a little less.
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How do you think that leaves your skin burning? Even without being present. I sigh you...
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Real intimacy begins the moment someone’s presence reaches the hidden places within you that no one else has ever truly touched. The parts of you buried beneath old timelines, emotional armor, silent grief, longing, and the versions of yourself created to survive a world that never fully understood your heart. There is something almost otherworldly about being with someone who looks beyond the surface of your existence and still chooses to move closer. Their energy begins unraveling something inside you slowly and intensely, until even your soul feels exposed in the most beautiful way.
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“The perfect husband doesn’t exist... but the real love, yes. ” A woman was fed up with her husband. I only saw flaws. He complained silently:
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Cause you try me ... Because you want to seduce me with your lyrics, What do you mean by your verses, What do you wish for with your prose...
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My best poem is when I let myself caressed, love for you, and turn off all the noise around me.
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Laws of detachment that forever changed the way I move..
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"Lovers discover unique languages, where a look is enough, to know the longing that burns inside... ” Amante de las letras.
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What if he's not playing you? What if everything he's been telling you is true? You're so used to dealing with the wrong men that you can't even recognize a real one. You're waiting for the other shoe to drop.
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I also tried this today, woke up out of bed , my body was aching, the day was grey.
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"You do not know what it is to carry something wicked until you have felt it sit quietly behind your ribs, learning your breathing, studying your silence, waiting for the exact second someone gets careless enough to rattle the bars. You did not destroy what lives in you. You did something far worse. You kept it alive. You starved it, named it, chained it, and taught it the value of waiting. That is why you frighten people. Not because you are loud, but because you are controlled. Not because you are cruel, but because you know exactly how cruel you could be.
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