I Wrote This For You

I need you to understand something. I wrote this for you. I wrote this for you and only you. Everyone else who reads it, doesn’t get it. They may think they get it, but they don’t. This is the sign you’ve been looking for. You were meant to read these words.

Thursday, November 23, 2017

The Way Strangers Laugh

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People laugh faster than you. They laugh without thinking about it and they seem easier in themselves, like they were poured into their s...
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Wednesday, November 15, 2017

The Story Of Everything Starts In All Of Us

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Maybe the world isn’t all good, but if you hold my hand, I can prove to you that it’s not all bad either. There is good love in the heart...
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Tuesday, November 7, 2017

The Truth Is A Medicine

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Hate is the only illness you can choose to get better from.
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Wednesday, November 1, 2017

The Waste Of A Good Heart

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Who are you still competing with in your good heart, and will you really waste your last words on your deathbed to say, "Do you see? I ...
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Monday, October 30, 2017

The Day My Reflection Took My Place

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We were walking past the lake, when my reflection took my place. It held your hand and watched you slowly drift away from me. It threw ...
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Monday, October 23, 2017

The Living And The Brave

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There is no bravery in a gun. Brave is saying no to the comfort that kills you. There is no bravery in a fist. Brave is singing Kumb...
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Monday, October 16, 2017

The Good Engine

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I know you and I know your engine. Your engine runs on truth and light and nothing else works, I've seen you try and fill it with the ki...
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