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Nessie Q.

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    Because you see, when you’re a strong person, people often look to you to take care of them. People look to you for help. People look to you for strength. And when your life spins out of control, it’s as if their lives are tied to your own and will come crashing down with yours.

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    Don't fall in love with me. I am dissonance. I am always at war with myself – confusing my head with my heart, always retreating into my mind, because I don‘t want to lose.

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    Don’t get me wrong. For the most part, being strong got me through a lot. And I’m thankful that short of people dying on me, nothing can make me break down. There are times, however, when being strong feels a bit of a curse. You see, when you’re a very strong person, people always expect you to take care of yourself. People always expect you to put on a calm and collected exterior. You’re not given much room to freak out and be human.

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    Hell is a place on earth, they say. Shakespeare got that one right. For I have been torturing myself over things that I could never change. Hell is a place on earth; it‘s in my mind. and you are the one sitting on the Devil‘s throne. I can‘t forget you.

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    He loves me. But I love you. But you love her. It’s always that way, isn’t it? You’re willing to wait for her just like I’m willing to wait for you… just like he’s willing to wait for me. Someday, we all might turn around and realize what we had in front of us all along. Someday, we might not. But until then, we’re all stuck at waiting.

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    He was broken in the best way – in a way that made me stop and stare and want to love him.

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    I color my nails black and dye my hair red to wear, in metaphors, what my heart wants. The things I don‘t wish to remember, leaking from the tips of my fingers. The things I wish I won‘t forget, clinging to the roots of my hair.

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    I don‘t know if you noticed but I have been trying, too hard, to be myself since the day I lost you.

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    If you were coffee, you would be bitter and strong; the kind that makes my heart palpitate its way out of my chest -the kind that can turn my thoughts manic. Oh, just the way I would like it. I like it.

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    I love how you know there's a dozen things that's wrong with me but you still say I'm just fine. It makes me think that there are really no monsters So terrifying they can't be loved.

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    I‘m no good at loving people but… I will love you like the darkness loves the stars. I'm the goddess of the night. I will smear my ink over your skin, and leave paper cuts where the light can get in. I will break you then make you whole. You‘ll be the moon lighting up the sky. But I will never be done – we‘ll dance together until my darkness is gone.

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    I'm so sorry no one cared enough to tell you that you can never win against a ghost.

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    It is never just a kiss. It is the marriage of two minds that have decided they can stand each other‘s arrogance.

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    I want to ruin you in the ugliest way imaginable so that someday, when you have to tell your children about me, it will take every breath you have to hide the catch in your throat

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    No one could love a lonely girl, not unless she had the right kind of lonely

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    Our outlines feel the same. I think I can hide inside you.

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    ―The thing about memory is that you can feel it eroding slowly, being stolen away from you by time. It starts with the way you stop hearing his voice in your head. Then it's the color of the shirt he wore last Christmas. Before you know it, your memories have become fragmented, as if the small details were grains of sand blown away by the wind. I should be grateful that I'm starting to remember you less. Instead, I felt lonely. Pieces of you that I once held dear are being ripped apart into tiny shreds of information my brain thinks I can afford to forget. I can feel my heart fighting. It loves the feel of you though for the most part, you hurt. I looked for you in places where I knew I would never find you, in faces I knew I would never recognize. I looked for you hoping that through the sheer force of my will I would find your eyes staring back. But that's the thing about memory - you can feel it eroding slowly, being stolen away from you by time. I want to remember you. But I'm no longer entirely sure I really remember you. It kills me. Have you started remembering me less too?

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    We ended the way all good things in my life had a way of being put to rest – abrupt and without my permission.

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    We were lovers and enemies and the best of friends. At times, it was one more than the other. At times, we were all of them all at once. But there have been times, I admit, when we were two complete strangers struggling to live with each other. At times, we felt like We were just each other‘s habit.

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    You look like someone who has gone to war and came back with a thousand deaths burned in his eyes. You look like someone who has been told a dozen promises – promises that broke his heart when he realized he didn't matter enough for them to be kept. You look like someone whose edges started to chip away. You look like someone I could love, someone whose darkness I could light up. But goddamn it, darling, I promised myself I would never fall in love with a broken man. I have loved so many broken people and I have fixed them all up. I kept giving all I had, until I had nothing left to give. You look like someone I could love, someone I want to fall in love with. But you‘re in pieces, I know you‘ll just wound me.