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Misery loves company, perhaps I’m misery myself, wishing for someone to sit beside me and distract me from myself.

Olivia Clifford

Time passes. But pieces of my heart remain in the moments of the past ignited the colors of my soul.
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Heart Myself Past Pieces Soul Time
I can’t believe it, I’m falling apart. I recognize the way my feelings eat me from inside out.
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Believe Fall Myself Recognize
Let’s sit at the table of angels and allow our horns to pop through our halos.
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Angel Ourselves Spiritual
Your love left me simultaneously whole and in pieces.
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Pieces Yourself
Don’t let this dissipate. Don’t let this evaporate into thin air. Don’t let this go.
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Hold On Inspirational
Sometimes I lay down at night and wonder if it’s time to lay down my life.
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Death Life Myself Night Time
And when I don’t utter a word, that is when I feel the most.
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Deep Feeling Myself Word
My thoughts are like whiskey – one shot and I’m left with a bitter taste in my mouth.
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Mouth Myself Taste Whiskey
I am full to the brim with words. A message in a bottle lost at the sea. Yearning to reach the shore of poetry.
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Lost Poetry Sea Word
Quiet, that’s how I go when there’s a lot to say.
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Quiet Talk
Rip out my heart. Dissect the atriums and valves. You’ll find nothing but love pouring out.
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Heart Love Myself
The adult heart beats differently.
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Different Heart
I am laden with sorrow. But always hopeful of tomorrow.
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Future Hard Time Hope Sorrow
I love you so much that it hurts and that’s the problem I love you so much that it hurts.
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Hurt I Love You Relationship
It’s quite sad that some words never reach the person they were written for.
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Person Quite Sad Word Writing
She dances with the darkness and becomes the shadow of the night.
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Dance Darkness Herself Night

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