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Whats so poetically beautiful about my world now, is that its finally mine.

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She brought the kind of light that was similar to the sun right after it rains.
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Herself Kind Light Rain Right Sun
She left this world with so many unanswered questions. But returned with an open heart.
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Answer Heart Herself Open Question Return World
I want to exist in the same world where you just want to exist in mine.
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Existence Love Myself Relationship World
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
Because next to you, I can see new life bloom. And by your side, I can feel both our worlds collide.
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Feeling Growth Life Love Myself Relationship Romantic See Togetherness World Yourself
She’s got a glow about her. The kind that says- She’s been through some dark pain, but she’s lighting her own way now.
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Darkness Glow Herself Inspirational Kind Light Pain
The beautiful yet chaotic irony of it all is that; because of you, I lost myself, and yet, because of you, I found myself.
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Beautiful Chaos Lost Myself Yourself
And just like the leaves in the fall, she fell, too. And it changed her. And it was wonderful.
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Change Fall Leaves Wonderful
A tragedy is; I choose you. You choose me. Hearts choose safety.
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Choice Heart Myself Safety Tragedy Yourself
Whats so poetically beautiful about my world now, is that its finally mine.
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Beautiful Myself Poetry World
I’m choosing to build castle out of the things that nearly destroy me.
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Build Choice Destroy Myself
What a miracle it is, that she never strayed from that light, that she always knew she would reach.
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Herself Light Miracle Reach
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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Casual Myself Person Wound Yourself
The way that the water reflects off of her eyes, tells me a story of beautiful pain.
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Beautiful Eyes Herself Pain Reflection Story Water Way
I remember how I used to beg for his time, and now all you want is to give me all of yours.
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Myself Remember Time Yourself

Whats so poetically beautiful about my world now, is that its finally mine.

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