pain
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The sounds of the bombs surrounded us and I grabbed her hand so we could run. I told her to never look back, the life we had the home it was still there just now it was in our memory. We would have that home once again. Far in the future we would find a
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I have never been good at describing love. Love makes me anxious, it makes me wonder, it makes me sad. In moments it makes me happy and overwhelmed with my emotions. In others it makes me feel grief like I’ve lost someone dear to me and had no memories of why they meant so much.
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Will she choose love or freedom in a world where you may not be offered both?
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What happens when you let the broken parts of you die and you allow yourself to truly live?
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My heart sometimes hurts because I won’t let go of things or persons who no longer belong in my life. I want to hold on to a moment or a memory and cherish it for years to come. But growing means outgrowing people, relationships, and jobs, maybe even hobbies. Is there something in your life
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