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When you talk, it feels like a song, and when you walk by, the time stops.

Shreya Joshi

I miss you, I still do, It’d be weird not to. For once upon a time, I was yours and you were mine, through sparkles and grime.
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Missing Myself Time Weird
Love is more than expensive gifts and grand gestures. It’s the little things that matter.
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Expensive Gift Grand Love Matter
Is it a blessing or is it a curse, to feel everything so deeply.
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Blessing Curse Emotion Feeling
So, I am thanking you today, because of you, I am me.
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Love Myself Relationship Thankful Yourself
The fiercest battle starts at home.
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Battle Fierce Home Myself Start
I used to be a mighty dragon, the one that breathes fire, I used to be a magical unicorn, sprinkling rainbows everywhere, but now I’ve lost it, the magic hidden within.
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Breathe Dragon Fantasy Fire Lost Magic Myself Sadness
I jab my own heart with a knife, thinking about you on and on. How dare you enter my life just to make me feel torn?
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Dare Feeling Heart Knife Life Myself Thinking
Posts after posts I scroll, trying to find inspiration to write, or maybe just looking for a will, to kick away the laziness, and get off this state of mind, but nothing happens, as I scroll on and on, with the clock ticking, I scroll my life away.
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Inspirational Life Mindset Myself Post Writing
Oh, darling, you fell in love with a girl not worth loving.
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Fall In Love Girl Love Worth Yourself
Can you hear my silence? I’m screaming pretty damn loud.
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Hear Loud Myself Scream Silence
Your eyes met mine, and we know our story, from beginning to the end, all things said and unsaid.
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Beginning Break Up End Eyes Ourselves Relationship Story
Paper and pen petrify me, for they pierce right through me, drawing deep blue blood, leaving me utterly cold.
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Blood Cold Paper Pen
You act like a cold cold man, frozen beyond repair, hardly uttering any word, action laced demeanor. Yet everything about you, from your ebony eyes, to your dazzling smile, makes me feel warm inside.
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Act Action Cold Eyes Feeling Frozen Hard Man Repair Smile Yourself
If this was my last poem I’d dedicate it to myself.
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Dedication Myself Poem Self Love
I wish I had said no, the day you asked for my number, but I was young, dumb and numb, looking for a harbor of harmony, to mend my shattered soul.
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Day Dumb Harmony Myself Numb Number Phone Relationship Soul Young
Am I killing the kid in me, by strangling my curiosity?
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Children Curiosity Death Kill

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