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I hope you think of me during every thunderstorm.

Emily Kurc

I bet my words are still tangled beneath that streetlight fighting for the right combination to stay.
EMILY KURC

Breathe Combination Fight Light Myself Right Stay Word
In a dream like haze, the moment you left still spins on repeat like a broken record.
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Break Dreams Moments Repeat
The sky was crying so I wiped away her tears, just like all the times she did the same me.
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Cry Myself Sky Tears Time
Soft and sweet and wrapped around your fingertips.
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Fingers Love Relationship Soft Sweet
I hope you think of me during every thunderstorm.
EMILY KURC

Hope Myself Storm Thinking
When the leaves begin to fall, I find myself returning to old playlists in hopes that I can feel you holding my hand, or kissing me goodnight, or hear you singing my name into songs and blueing when it makes no sense.
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Beginning Fall Leaves Name Old Play Return Sing Song Yourself
I don’t love you anymore. But each time you begin to fade it makes my heart feel numb.
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Beginning Fade Feeling Heart Love Myself Time
Men like you were never meant for storms like us.
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Instagram Captions Man Storm Yourself
I laugh and I cry and I reason on until the late night, but I never feel the urge to call you. The person that I once knew is forever frozen in time.
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Cry Laughter Myself Night Reason Time
The future belongs to those who are brave enough to speak up about things that matter.
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Brave Enough Future Talk Worth
There was a hesitation in your touch only time could see.
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Hesitation See Time Touch Yourself
Spill yourself onto the page with ink and a half healed heart and watch the words blossom.
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Blossom Healing Heart Page Word Yourself
I am still weighed down by unspeakable heaviness- It follows like shadow currents.
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Current heavy Myself Shadow
I learned to make art with my broken heart.
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Art Broken Heart Learning Myself
A sea of jumbled emotions I had longed to live again, a feeling that no metaphor could match.
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Emotion Feeling Live Myself Sea
I have so much love to give even with these daggers still stuck in my heart.
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Heart Heart Broken Love Myself

I hope you think of me during every thunderstorm.

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