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She is the old school hard love, your modern brittle love can’t afford to carry.

Vesmir

All my life has been a struggle to know, what to hold on and what to let go, but still, i end up sitting in the corner of the room with a flickering candle, whimpering, naked, shuddering, lost.
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Candle Deep Hold On Let Go Life Literature Lost Myself Naked Room Shudder Struggle
Hold on/ not because life will get any better/ but it’s 10 mins to sunset/ and I was wondering if we could go for ice creams afterwards
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Hold On Ice Cream Life Myself Sun Sunset
I will feel whatever the fuck I want to feel.
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Feeling Myself
I’m still figuring out, how to talk about how I feel- which is a lot.
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Feel Lot Myself Talk
I don’t want everything to be a destination, where I have to grind and reach, O! how i long for some good to come in my way and let me pick it up.
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Destination Good Grind Myself Reach Way
Hope has never looked the same twice. Pain has never looked the same twice. Love has never looked the same twice.
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Hope Look Love Pain Twice
Isn’t this loneliness a strange poetry? you want everyone to read, but you are never willing to write it down.
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Down Lonely Poetry Strange Write Yourself
I want to know the 2 am you because my love we all are different when we are at war under the sun.
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Different Love Sun War Yourself
There is a wild in you which thrives in places and on days, when, even the sun in you couldn’t survive.
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Day Deep Inspirational One Liner Place Sun Survive Thrive Wild Yourself
I am not home for somebody else’s trauma.
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Home Myself Trauma
The voices in your head are lying, i tell you this world never stopped you from flying.
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Fly Head Inspirational Lie Myself One Liner Voice
A love that stays will always remain secondary to the one that left, but isn’t it a shame to worship that which left in place off that which stayed.
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Deep Love Place Secondary Shame Stay Worship
These poets and their metaphors lied to me/ you never felt like a mountain I wished to climb/ or a stream I would let myself float in/ or a scent I was dying to bottle in/ these poets lie when they talk of love.
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Bottle Climb Death Float Lie Literature Love Metaphor Mountain Myself Poet Scent Stream Wish Yourself
You out of all, have a hand to hold.
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Hands Independence Yourself
Those that are drunk in love, shall forever talk to the moon.
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Drunk Forever Love Moon Talk
Too much of what I write takes me back to you.
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Back Myself Past Write Yourself

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