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A fight of a thousand years – the smart mind and the hopeful heart.

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A dishonor greater than any affair, is that of a friend who never was.
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Affair Friendship Greatness
I’m scared of mediocrity, of scribing my soul on fading pages, each destined to the fate that met those before it – gently laid to rest in a growing pile of unwanted words.
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Fade Growth Mediocre Myself Page Scare
A full glass for an empty heart – the temporary bandage for a fatal would.
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Bandage Fatal Heart Temporary
I think the scars that you left me, they remind me you were real.
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Myself Reality Reminder Scars Thinking
The bond of friendship as tight as any lover – where shoulders carry shared burden, a devotion unmatched by any other.
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Burden Devotion Friendship Lover
It spills from my fingers faster than ink can flow – feelings too strong to contain, emotions that demand to be felt.
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Demand Fast Feeling Fingers Flow
Spirits dance on a velvet night, the sky it’s deepest black. In restless sleep and twisted dreams, they find themselves alive.
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Alive Black Dance Dreams Night Spirit
And in the end when the money is gone – will you still stay it was worth it.
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End Money Willing Worth
Your kisses fell on me like sand through an hourglass – a thousand tiny moments, for an eternity of stillness.
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Fall Heart Kiss Moment
And when I imagine my home – above all else, I’ll always think of you.
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Home Imagination Thinking Yourself
A fight of a thousand years – the smart mind and the hopeful heart.
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Fight Heart Hope Mindset Smart
A collection of thoughts bundled together and bound in twine – more toxic than any chemical, my very own poison.
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Collection Poison Thought Togetherness
My thoughts feel like plagiarism – a feeling already felt, the words already written.
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Myself Plagiarism Thinking Writing
I wished to every fountain, prayed to every god but some futures are set in stone – so here we go again.
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Fountain Future Myself Prayer Stone
Scribbled lines and crumpled pages – piles of rejection and resurrection. There will never be the right words to amend a lost goodbye.
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Goodbye Lost Poet Rejection Right Writing
Her body may lay on your sheets, but my name sits softly on your lips.
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Body Lips Name Softness

A fight of a thousand years – the smart mind and the hopeful heart.

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