Random quotes.

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"And I didn't even mean to make you my world it just happened."

"All I want in this life is to receive the love that I give."

"layers of regret, layers and layers of sadness..."

"Mostly swallowing tides of silence and drowning in regret."

 “All I ever wanted was to reach out and touch another human being not just with my hands but with my heart.”

 "It never stops hurting, does it?" "What?" "Giving someone the best of you and watching them choose someone else."

"The strongest drug that exists for a human is another human being."

"I could love you forever if you just give me the chance."

 "A stranger in your own life, a tourist in your own body."

 " cause I'm a million different people from one day to another "

" I hate how we never got our chance to see what we could’ve been or the memories we could’ve made. I hate how it’s an almost"

"I can’t understand why emptiness is the heaviest feeling of all."

"I want to write beautiful poems about the way you hurt me but nothing I do is ever beautiful after all that’s why you left."

"you're so in love now and you won't ever see it coming when they forget about the scar above your right eye and the shape of your smile"

"i genuinely thought you were the key to every locked door in my life, turns out you just built more doors and threw out the keys"

"let me love you in all the ways everyone promised you they would but never did"

"I was never scared of heights or death but I was terrified of letting people love me to the point where I believed they would stay"

 "I want to crawl into your chest and kiss everything that you thought I'd hate."

"We both carry pieces of our broken hearts, let's see if we can fit these together..."

 "you never loved me,you loved how important i made you feel but no,despite how sad this is ,you didn't love me"

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