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Avianti ArmandStichwörter: lost
hide your feelings, hide you thoughts, hide your self from the world but dont hide you from you cause only you know where you stand
Shujoy ChowdhuryStichwörter: past love lost world sadness self sad yourself feelings nothing thoughts hide sad-but-true
Why would a white caribou come down to Beaver River, where the woodland herd lives? Why would she leave the Arctic tundra, where the light blazes incandescent, to haunt these shadows? Why would any caribou leave her herd to walk, solitary, thousands of miles? The herd is comfort. The herd is a fabric you can't cut or tear, passing over the land. If you could see the herd from the sky, if you were a falcon or a king eider, it would appear like softly floating gauze over the face of the snow, no more substantial than a cloud. "We are soft," the herd whispers. "We have no top teeth. We do not tear flesh. We do not tear at any part of life. We are gentleness itself. Why would any of us break from the herd? Break, apart, separate, these are hard words. The only reason any of us would become one, and not part of the herd, is if she were lost.
Kathleen WinterYou want to know what the saddest part is Tess?” I said, sounding choked up.
“What’s that Josh?”
I felt my heart constricting as the brutal truth flowed from my lips. “You say she’s mine...but honestly, I don’t think she was ever mine to begin with.
Stichwörter: love lost sadness despair regret
Whatever her dream was, it rested somewhere in the most vague of directions.
Elizabeth CraftStichwörter: lost dream uncertainty
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