The paradox of sweet agony and bitter bliss,
Danced in those short shared words, reminiscing.
You are the knife that pierces my heart,
I find both hurt and healing,
a tender anguish and a bittersweet feeling.
Another victim of love's cruel art,
Revealing truth that I thought confined.
And I delve within to see the blade carve,
A divine cut, raw and sincere.
Though capable of tearing it apart,
I won't let it, for you are that precious.
For my love for you, dear, has fallen in the abyss,
Twisting blade and wounds, unseen.
So your memories in this soul can live serene.

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It is impossible for someone who is fundamentally different to change themselves in order to fit in, regardless of how hard they try.

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Wishes and hopes were blown away in the winds of life, never to be felt or held again. My hands were empty to the bones, skin, and flesh, scarred from trying to hold on to the fire and warmth. Such were your smiles, etched deep into my soul, yearning for love and companionship. You were like my Kryptonite, but like Superman, I will rise again. Defeated but not dead.

If only forgetting the things that once made you very happy were easy.

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You've left such a deep, haunting imprint on my heart that anyone I meet or try to love after you will have to know you to even begin to understand the essence of who I am.

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Write what you're thinking, however you're thinking. Write, just write. Do not hesitate. You must learn to embrace the ugliness, and love the ugliness without it you won't recognize the beauty and all the other emotions that come with it. But just write. Write and create. It is yours, your own brand of magic. Own it!

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I watch the stars, their ancient light,
Guiding me through the silent night,
Hoping that one day you'll see,
The rhythm of what your heart and mine could be.
I find my heart a steady flame,
Waiting for you to learn my name.
Until that dawn, I’ll patiently embrace,
The tender glow of love’s slow grace,
For in the waiting, my heart will find,
The strength to love you, unconfined.
So here I stand, with hopeful eyes,
Beneath the vast, unending skies,
Writing you this songs of my heart’s sweet tune,
Waiting for the day when our love will bloom.

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Break of dawn when morning light
Reaches and creeps through the windowsill
Every day, and now and then, for
Always, this in my heart, I
Know my love for you will renew still.

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It is important a teacher must
have knowledge not only about
the subject they are teaching,
but also the 'who' and 'why'
the purpose behind teaching it.

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I had nowhere to channel my thoughts, like a river starting from a small spring, but it had to keep flowing and flowing into an ocean.



Now I have found my endless ocean - a place to pour out my thoughts as they journey through the life of a river.

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"18 and Life" by Skid Row

Speaks to me. It portrays Ricky, the main character, as someone who has been beaten down and hurt by life but refuses to give up. Ricky has a tough and rugged exterior, torn with scars and bruises that might make people who know nothing of his story make false assumptions about him and misjudge him. However, the truth is that his struggles were never his fault - he was just a boy who faced a difficult life alone.

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