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You were the type of person who would put bandaid over a knife wound, and casually as if I was okay.

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She brought the kind of light that was similar to the sun right after it rains.
MOOMER

Herself Kind Light Rain Right Sun
The only thing setting her off, are the fireworks he put inside of her soul.
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Herself Himself Love Relationship Sex Soul
It was then, sitting there, that I looked over him, and realized there was more.
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Himself Love Myself Realization Romantic
There is something poetic about the way she floats when she walks now.
MOOMER

Beautiful Herself Poetry Walk Way
Jump. See whose at the bottom when you land on your feet.
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Company Friendship Hard Time See Struggle Yourself
She stopped letting him clip her wings, and slowly made her way towards the sun.
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Himself Slow Stop Sun Wings
The beautiful yet chaotic irony of it all is that; because of you, I lost myself, and yet, because of you, I found myself.
MOOMER

Beautiful Chaos Lost Myself Yourself
Whats so poetically beautiful about my world now, is that its finally mine.
MOOMER

Beautiful Myself Poetry World
I closed a lot of doors, that used to be wide open. Bolted them shut so you couldn’t break them down again.
MOOMER

Break Close Myself Wide
I long to be in a moment where it feels magic is real. Where time actually stops around us.
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Feeling Magic Moments Myself Time
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
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
I watched him make wishes on shooting stars and dandelions, while I stood there never knowing if I was enough.
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Enough Myself Stand Stars
Sometimes, the only hand you need to hold, is your own.
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Hands Independent Need Time Yourself
What a miracle it is, that she never strayed from that light, that she always knew she would reach.
MOOMER

Herself Light Miracle Reach
Mark my words. Memories of me will haunt you when you sleep at night. No one forgets a love like mine.
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Forget Love Memories Myself Night Sleep Word

You were the type of person who would put bandaid over a knife wound, and casually as if I was okay.

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