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No amount of eloquence or passion can make someone love you the way you love them, even with all your words that sway mountains and realign stars. Love cannot be created with prose nor poems. To be a writer in love is to perpetually sink into an agony no words can ever pull you out of.

if only we could be stripped to our souls (via multa–paucis)
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