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Here's a reminder that you can always:

Make a new list

Let yourself change, improve and evolve

Give up on a book that you don't enjoy reading

Actually let go of anything that doesn't feel right for you, a tv show, a friend, anything

Remind yourself of what really matters to you when you realize you have forgotten

~No, please don't hang up. You don't understand. The silence during our phone calls puts me to sleep because it is a calm silence. The silence after we hang up is so deafening that it keeps me awake for hours.~

-a poem of a new kind

~I'm sorry that you have to be so patient with me. I spiral quickly and without warning. I am unpredictable and easily frightened.~

-a poem of a new kind

~I hope every notification is from you, even though I gave you a special ringtone too tell a difference. In my heart, I wish they were all you. You're the only one I really want to hear from.~

-a poem of a new kind

~Everyone believes you hate me. Only you and I know the truth. Unfortunately for us, we'll take the secret to our graves.~

-a poem of a new kind

~I wanted to stop walking, even though it was pouring down rain. I wanted to stop, grab him, and kiss him so passionately he forgot everything. But I only smiled at the thought, and we kept walking.~

-a poem of a new kind

~No, give me hope! Show me that there is actually something I can cling to. I'm holding my breath anyway.~

-a poem of a new kind

~The crows feet by my eyes are that of an old soul, and the dark circles under yours are that of a heavy heart. You wouldn't think there were 4 years between us, would you?~

-a poem of a new kind

~No, you don't understand. I see the beauty in everything because you don't anymore. I am determined to love the world around us so loudly that you can't see a flower without hearing my voice echo in your mind.~

-a poem of a new kind

~I just want to get lost in my own thoughts. And I don't want to be found.~

-a poem of a new kind

Greed often takes us down paths that seem fruitful. It's not until the smell hits us that we realize it's all rotten and too late.

I won't believe we were a coincidence. I refuse to believe it. Not after all we've been through. We can't be... please...

~Even if you leave me, you won't really be gone. I'll find you in the raindrops you made me fall in love with again. I'll hear you in the thunder that rolls deep like your voice. I may even see your face in the flash of lightning because that's just how fast you entered my life and then left. I will find you over and over again in the storms, just like you found me in my own.~

-a poem of a new kind