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Starry nights calm my thoughts and whims, but it makes me ache for all the things that could have been.

Juana Garcia

One day, we would all be where we’re meant to be. Everything will fall into place, and we won’t have to force things or people to stay.
JUANA GARCIA

Day Fall Force People Place Stay
Love is magic, love is tragic. It is the air we breathe and the poison we drink.
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Breathe Drink Love Magic Poison Tragedy
Growth comes beyond comfort zones.
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Beyond Comfortable Growth Zone
Roses are red, violets are blue, star-crossed lovers – me and you.
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Flower Lover Myself Relationship Rose Yourself
Someday, we will look back, and we won’t be ashamed.
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Day Past Shame
Nothing in life is worth pursuing if it means prolonging your suffering.
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Life Pursue Suffering Worth
Starry nights calm my thoughts and whims, but it makes me ache for all the things that could have been.
JUANA GARCIA

Ache Calm Dream Myself Night
The right hands will erase your aches for love builds more than it breaks.
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Ache Break Build Hands Love Right Yourself
The rain reminds me of what I couldn’t forget, of what we couldn’t mend, of the things I’ll forever regret.
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Forever Forget Myself Rain Reminder
Your memory is my opium – sustaining me daily, killing me softly.
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Kill Memory Myself Soft Sustain Yourself
I have been alone for so long that having somebody feels like a strange thought. Silence has been my most loyal compassion.
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Alone Compassionate Feeling Loyalty Silence Strange Thinking
I never knew I lost in love’s game until I was the only one left burning in flames.
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Burn Flame Game Lost Myself
I hope you get through the battles you don’t tell anyone. Even if its easier said than done, I hope your heart always chooses to be kind.
JUANA GARCIA

Battle Choice Easy Heart Hope Kind Myself
For what its worth, I thought we would make it. I wished – I really did.
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Myself Thinking Worth
Someday, we’re all going to be a memory. Be the kind that makes people smile when they remember you every once in a while.
JUANA GARCIA

Day Kind Memory People Remember Smile Yourself
They bleed not in the mouth but through their ink – indelible and dark.
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Blood Darkness Poet

Starry nights calm my thoughts and whims, but it makes me ache for all the things that could have been.

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