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Don’t you get it? I’d live and die for you. You have my heart locked in prison. And yet you are my greatest source of freedom.

Olivia Clifford

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The lone wolf inside her howls at the moon; pleading with the night to guide her home.
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Herself Home Lonely Moon Night Wolf
You are the color amidst the grey.
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Love Yourself
Fragments of my love will live in you for eternity.
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Forever Love Myself Yourself
It is beneath pale blue skies, amongst sycamore trees, and afoot dirtied leaves, my heart, and soul finds peace.
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Heart Myself Peace Sky Soul Tree
Your love left me simultaneously whole and in pieces.
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Pieces Yourself
It will never be like the way it always was.
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Break Up Friendship Relationship
It’s strange where we find ourselves years after being in a completely different place.
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Different Ourselves Place Strange
Who knew feeling hollow could be so heavy.
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Deep Feeling Shallow
Misery loves company, perhaps I’m misery myself, wishing for someone to sit beside me and distract me from myself.
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Company Misery Myself
Run free little soul. You were never meant to be constrained.
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Freedom Run Soul Yourself
I live in quiet confusion, in calm chaos, and in gentle waves of passion.
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Live Passion Quiet
It’s not so much about seeing the light as it is feeling the light.
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Feeling Light See
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
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
Let’s sit at the table of angels and allow our horns to pop through our halos.
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Angel Ourselves Spiritual
It’s quite sad that some words never reach the person they were written for.
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