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He was my highest high and lowest low.

Juwairiyyah Olgar

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I hope, The storms you encounter are ones only of soft thunder and light rain.
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Hope Light Myself Rain Soft Storm
It’s nameless, this feeling between you and me.
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Feeling Myself Name Relationship Yourself
I’ll wish for your love even after the stars fall out of the sky.
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Love Myself Sky
Kissing you felt like poetry.
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Feeling Kiss Love One Liner Poetry Yourself
There was this ache, to be, to be more than her realities and larger than her dreams.
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Dreams Heart Broken Herself Reality
And we look the devil in the eyes, take his hand and dance away.
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Dance Devil Eyes Hands Himself
I hope you know that you are the only thing I have ever craved.
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Crave Hope Myself Yourself
I dance with my demons and live to tell the tale.
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Dance Demon Myself Tale
I have an unhealthy obsession with the stars. They remind me of you.
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Health Obsession Reminder Stars Yourself
Stars sought sanctuary in the darkness between us.
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Darkness Ourselves Stars
He was my highest high and lowest low.
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I want you to know that I think of you often between dreams and wishes.
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Dreams Love Myself Thinking Wish Yourself
And when we hurt someone whose hurt us, do we call it coping or cruelty?
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Choice Cruelty Hurt Perspective
Returning to you was wholly wrong like an angel seeking comfort in the arms of everlasting darkness.
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Angel Comfortable Darkness Return Seek Wrong Yourself
We danced through the graveyard and between the ruins for the dead and broken sang to our souls.
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Her sadness clung to her like a cloak in the whitest of winters.
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Herself Sadness White Winter

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