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There is something poetic about the way she floats when she walks now.

Moomer

He was fire that crippled my bones. And you were the one who showed up out of nowhere, and carried me home.
MOOMER

Bone Carry Fire Home Myself
I want to exist in the same world where you just want to exist in mine.
MOOMER

Existence Love Myself Relationship World
Because next to you, I can see new life bloom. And by your side, I can feel both our worlds collide.
MOOMER

Feeling Growth Life Love Myself Relationship Romantic See Togetherness World Yourself
He could only give her a world in black and white. And all she wanted was a life of color.
MOOMER

Black Color Himself Life White World
I will always remember you. And the way I bloomed. Not with you, but after you.
MOOMER

Bloom Myself Remember Way Yourself
She left this world with so many unanswered questions. But returned with an open heart.
MOOMER

Answer Heart Herself Open Question Return World
Sometimes, the only hand you need to hold, is your own.
MOOMER

Hands Independent Need Time Yourself
She brought the kind of light that was similar to the sun right after it rains.
MOOMER

Herself Kind Light Rain Right Sun
Mark my words. Memories of me will haunt you when you sleep at night. No one forgets a love like mine.
MOOMER

Forget Love Memories Myself Night Sleep Word
Sometimes its easier to focus on the pain you’ve felt. Instead, think of the strength you’ve gained.
MOOMER

Easy Feeling Pain Strength Thinking Time Yourself
And I’m just trying to find someone worthy enough to set my heart on fire.
MOOMER

Enough Fire Heart Myself Try Worth
You were the type of person who would put bandaid over a knife wound, and casually as if I was okay.
MOOMER

Casual Myself Person Wound Yourself
It was then, sitting there, that I looked over him, and realized there was more.
MOOMER

Himself Love Myself Realization Romantic
She stopped letting him clip her wings, and slowly made her way towards the sun.
MOOMER

Himself Slow Stop Sun Wings
I remember how I used to beg for his time, and now all you want is to give me all of yours.
MOOMER

Myself Remember Time Yourself
Misery only ever lingers on those who choose not to see the beauty in anyone, other than themselves.
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Beautiful Choice Misery See

There is something poetic about the way she floats when she walks now.

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