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Miller

  • Paulina Fuenteshar citeretfor 2 år siden
    God, it is maddening to think that even one day must pass without writing. I shall never, never catch up. It is why, no doubt, I write with such vehemence, such distortion. It is despair.
  • b6938954746har citeretfor 2 år siden
    humans are made up of energy, and that energy has a certain magnetism to it that attracts both what we fear and what we desire, and that it was up to us to reflect the kind of life we wanted to the universe so it would be able to deliver.
  • b6938954746har citeretfor 2 år siden
    But like all deaths, the death of a relationship is permanent. The ending of all endings. Finality in its purest form.
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  • b6938954746har citeretfor 2 år siden
    Without her, I feel like one half of a soul, existing aimlessly, waiting for the earth to reclaim me the way I have so many others.
  • b6938954746har citeretfor 2 år siden
    She’s only been gone for minutes, and all I can focus on is her absence.
  • b6938954746har citeretfor 2 år siden
    It’s a strange sensation, grieving for what isn’t lost , but missing or absent
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