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My life is circus
(n.) Crushing sorrow or grief; a yielding to such grief.
Absence doesn't make the heart grow fonder. Absence makes the bloody penis wander. ~ Heartbreak's A Bitch!
I looked inward at my heart. And indeed, there too, the criss-cross corsetry was slackened and gaping. I was all undone. Potentially, I could spill. Or tangle. And so I began to tug at my own heartstr...
You talked over the tour guide who pointed to houses and windows. Showing us where people had lived and died and other people now stayed in their place. Just like a broken heart." - Adieu
You can't be the cause and the cure, mon amour.
I found that the only way I could control this sorrow was not to think of [it] at all, which was almost as painful as the loss itself.
Some of us have hearts, you know. Some of us don't give up on true love.
I'm sick of the images trapped in my headI'm sick of being preoccupied with the dead
Sometimes my heart hurts so much, I beat it with my fists. I try to run. But you cannot run from this. It waits for you. Even when you think you have escaped it, it is there.
Somehow everything I own smells of you, and for the tiniest moment it's all not true
But I will not repine. It cannot last long. He will be forgot, and we shall all be as we were before.
This is the dysfunction talking. This is the disease talking. This is how much I miss you talking. This is the deepest blue, talking, talking, always talking to you.
What's heartbreaking isn't that we can't be together. It's that now, I know better and now; I will never be able to love you or anyone else in the same way again.
I knew what he felt. The huge buoyant air sack of love that filled his body had just exploded and the collapse was devastating.
I am a marvelous housekeeper. Every time I leave a man I keep his house.
I push him from my mind. This is no act of easy omission on my part; I do not consign him casually to a forgotten past. It is rather an act of will--a kind of self-performed surgery on my soul...the b...
No reflection was to be allowed now, not one glance was to be cast back; not even one forward. Not one thought was to be given either to the past or the future. The first was a page so heavenly sweet,...
Once I was in the cold dim room, without furniture or carpet or rugs, only a dollhouse that wasn't as wonderful as the original, I opened the tall and narrow closet door and began my ascent up the ste...
you're an expert at sorry and keeping the lines blurry
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