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I’m my daddy’s little warrior, I’m the writer of my destiny.

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Am I just a overthinking maniac? Or am I the girl that got left behind?
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Girl Leaving Myself Thinking
When you talk, it feels like a song, and when you walk by, the time stops.
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Feeling Myself Song Stop Talk Time Walk
Am I killing the kid in me, by strangling my curiosity?
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Children Curiosity Death Kill
Can you hear my silence? I’m screaming pretty damn loud.
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Hear Loud Myself Scream Silence
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
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
Your artful hands, hold my delicate heart, tenderly gaze at it, as if its an art.
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Art Hands Love Myself Relationship Sight Yourself
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
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
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
The fiercest battle starts at home.
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Battle Fierce Home Myself Start
So, I am thanking you today, because of you, I am me.
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Love Myself Relationship Thankful Yourself
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
Vibes change, connections break.
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Break Change Connection One Liner Vibe
If this was my last poem I’d dedicate it to myself.
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Dedication Myself Poem Self Love
I think I’ve mastered the art, of taming my wild heart, now my heart doesn’t flutter, thinking about you.
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Art Heart Master Tame Thinking Wild Yourself

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