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Rachel Craven Desk
I can survive without you. I can exist. But it wouldn’t be any kind of existence that I’d want. You are what makes my life worth living. You’re the sunshine in it. You’re the laughter and the smiles. You’re the warm nights and the cool breezes. You’re like every good memory and moment and dream I’ve ever had all wrapped up into one. And if you go, you take the only living part of me with you. Without you, I might as well be dead. So, yes, I can survive without you. But that’s all I’d be doing. — M. Leighton (Wild Child)

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My own heart killed me. — Dir en Grey 

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Martha Stewart

Poems are never just poems. They’re compensating for something. Here are the words I wish I had written in crescent-moon bite marks down your neck. Here are a hundred words for “stay,” and a hundred more for “please.” Here is how I hold a pen. Here is how the pen holds me. Here are my thoughts, over-steeped in empty fervor. Here is nothing and everything all at the same time. — Fragment 5, Kristina Kutateladze 

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Arro home
She buried her ears into the calm of his heartbeat, and in a matter of seconds: fell terribly in love with the way her loneliness fell softly and suddenly, asleep, in his chest. — Christopher Poindexter

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