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The time may not be prime for us, though you are a special person. We may be just two different clocks, that do not tock, in unison.

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It was words that I fell for. In the end, it was words that broke my heart.
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End Fall Heart Broken Myself Word Writing
How many people have we known all our lives and never once loved. How many people have we loved and never known.
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Deep Known Live Love People
I still search for you in crowds, in empty fields and soaring clouds. In city lights and passing cars, on winding roads and wishing stars.
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Break Up Crowd Empty Light Missing Myself Search Winding Yourself
I will celebrate this life of mine, with or without you. The moon does not need the sun to tell her she is already whole.
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Celebration Life Moon Myself Sun Whole
The memory of you is fading, a little at a time, and I can feel myself forgetting.
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Fade Forget Memories Myself Time
Strange how it mattered so much, when now it matters so little.
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Important Strange Value
Isn’t it strange how much of our lives are interchangeable, how little is truly ours.
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Live Ourselves Strange True
Maybe we slip in and out of alternate worlds through our minds and our imaginations, picking up scar tissue from other dimensions.
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Dimension Imagination Mindset Ourselves Pick Scars World
I think there is a sense of ownership in knowing, isn’t there? You let people in, and they claim parts of you-they fly their flag over uncharted territory and from then onward-you cease to belong wholly to yourself.
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Known People Self Love Thinking Whole Yourself
I look for you, the way I was taught to look both ways when crossing the road. Uptight and wary, bracing myself for something I know could break me.
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Break Known Myself Teaching Way
To never do the things I’ve done that once had led to my undoing.
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Action Destruction Myself Work
A Betrayal I cannot undo what I have done; I can’t un-sing a song that’s sung. And the saddest thing about my regret- I can’t forgive me, and you can’t forget.
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Betrayal Forgiveness Regret Sadness Sing Yourself
Here’s to those who wish us well, and the rest can go to hell!
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Hell Ourselves Rest
What I feel for you is at once the expression of language and the absence of it.
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Absence Expression Feeling Language Myself
She was the book that was not written. The sentence that was not scripted. She was the word you wished you could have said.
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Book Scripture Word Writing Yourself
In her eyes, the sadness sings-of one who was destined, for better things.
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Better Destiny Eyes Sadness Sing

The time may not be prime for us, though you are a special person. We may be just two different clocks, that do not tock, in unison.

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The time may not be prime for us, though you are a special person. We may be just two different clocks, that do not tock, in unison.

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