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bri-devvy
bri-devvy
i've come to believe love is giving someone everything you have left inside of you, pouring it out for them, even if it leaves you empty. it's giving someone the power to destroy you & letting them do it over & over again & being able to forgive them every single time
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Dec 8, 2015
Dec 8, 2015 at 9:41 PM UTC
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one of the very few conversations I've had with my father was on a night where I felt lost, I was recently heartbroken & kept to myself for a while. if you know me, i haven't had a relationship with my father for a very long time, if anything, I claimed to hate him. but for some reason that night I was feeling so low & walked in his room & sat on the floor with my eyes filled with tears. I think he saw the pain in my eyes & recognized it as his own, he said "your mother was 15 years old when we met, I loved her instantly. when I first went to her house, there was a wooden chest at the foot of her bed filled to the top with empty liquor bottles. I knew at that moment I was dealing with a broken person. 20 years later, and she's still broken. you can't fix someone who is broken, no matter how much love you give to them" & ever since then, it's all made sense to me.
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Dec 6, 2015
Dec 6, 2015 at 5:30 AM UTC
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Please do not get angry at me for feelings that I cannot control
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Aug 4, 2015
Aug 4, 2015 at 12:34 AM UTC
Crying
I guess I'm nothing but selfish Wanting all of you But only being able to give you What is left of me
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Jul 7, 2015
Jul 7, 2015 at 11:38 PM UTC
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Are you really in love If you still cry yourself to sleep?
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Jul 4, 2015
Jul 4, 2015 at 11:38 PM UTC
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"You're too young to think he's the only one who can make you happy" But he's not the only one who makes me happy He's the only one who makes me want to be happy And without that, I'm miserable
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Jun 12, 2015
Jun 12, 2015 at 12:30 AM UTC
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I'm so glad it's you All along it was you I hope it's always you
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Jun 12, 2015
Jun 12, 2015 at 12:26 AM UTC
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Sometimes I think I'm crazy imagining your hands that are on my body Once on her's too Maybe I'll just never get over the past & maybe you won't ever love me like you loved her
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May 28, 2015
May 28, 2015 at 10:46 PM UTC
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It won't ever make sense Why broken people Try to fix broken people But end up breaking them even more
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May 17, 2015
May 17, 2015 at 7:13 PM UTC
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