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Misery only ever lingers on those who choose not to see the beauty in anyone, other than themselves.

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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
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
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
I’m afraid to let lightening strike me, but I think you and I could be the perfect storm.
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Afraid Light Myself Perfection Storm Strike Thinking
There is something poetic about the way she floats when she walks now.
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Beautiful Herself Poetry Walk Way
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 found him in all the chaos, and that was when my world started making sense again.
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Chaos Myself Start World
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
If only he would look at me. Look at me the way I look at poetry.
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Appearance Himself Love Myself Poetry Romance
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
Whats so poetically beautiful about my world now, is that its finally mine.
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Beautiful Myself Poetry World
Stop blaming love when it’s people who hurt you.
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Blame Hurt People Stop Yourself
These walls are so high, but I refuse to be a prisoner of my past.
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High Myself Past Prison Wall
He was fire that crippled my bones. And you were the one who showed up out of nowhere, and carried me home.
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Bone Carry Fire Home Myself
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
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

Misery only ever lingers on those who choose not to see the beauty in anyone, other than themselves.

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