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If this was my last poem I’d dedicate it to myself.

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I feel like my breath is muffled, and my heart is too heavy to beat, as if I’m drowning in a pool of air.
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Air Breathe Heart Myself Pool
I opened the door to emptiness, traded my emotions for numbness.
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Door Emotion Empty Myself Numb Open Trade
Writers block grappled our souls, we fought back with our words.
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Ourselves Soul Word Writing
The opening chords of our rhapsody, lulled me into a state of bliss, as the glistening sunrise in your eyes, intoxicated my soul, drew me in.
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Chord Music Myself Open Rise Soul State Sun Yourself
Am I just a overthinking maniac? Or am I the girl that got left behind?
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Girl Leaving Myself Thinking
How do you find words, when you’ve lost your soul? If every emotion you ever knew, you can’t feel them anymore.
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Feeling Finding Lost Soul Word Yourself
Is it a blessing or is it a curse, to feel everything so deeply.
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Blessing Curse Emotion Feeling
The fiercest battle starts at home.
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Battle Fierce Home Myself Start
Am I killing the kid in me, by strangling my curiosity?
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Children Curiosity Death Kill
I felt the warmest on winter drives with you.
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Drive Feeling Love Warmth Winter Yourself
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
Vibes change, connections break.
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Break Change Connection One Liner Vibe
I don’t know. Don’t know anymore, my purpose, destiny, do I even have any? don’t know anymore.
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Destiny Myself Purpose
So, I am thanking you today, because of you, I am me.
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Love Myself Relationship Thankful Yourself
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
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

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