Be proud of a body that bares the burden of being buried only to bloom.
MAGGIE BOWYERI know I could be a petty queen, I could release all the receipts the way you treated me. But honey I’m happier living in peace than cruelty.
More Maggie Bowyer Quotes
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The very act of surviving in a world that does nothing but reject you is an act of revolution.
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I hope you grow. I hope you change. It almost didn’t fazed me, when you chose her. You always wanted what you ‘have.
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Speak to me again, so I’m writing another poem I’ll never send.
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Your words hit harder than your fists, Neither missed.
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There was no way to save her. Believe me i wanted to. But how could I, when I could barely save myself.
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I am an emotional equation, continually miscalculation, escalation, you should be elated!
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The burns didn’t hurt this badly when we were on fire.
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These words crash over and threaten to destroy me. I cannot find the stars so far beneath these waves of insecurity and mistrust, their light has seemed to vanish.
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You’ve retracted your rays of warmth. You’ve pulled the clouds to cover sunlight. I think everyone is growing more concerned as the days keep passing and you’re still absent.
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I know I could be a petty queen, I could release all the receipts the way you treated me. But honey I’m happier living in peace than cruelty.
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My wells have run dry, but not because i miss you any less, I finally accept that this is life.
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Am i meant to untangle the knots in my own muscles? Do they think its as simple as a few tangles in my own hair?
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What started as a friendly fire quickly turned into assassination. What did i do to jump to number one in your hit list?
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Don’t you know that shedding your pain only makes it reverberate.
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I can scream into every passing storm cloud, but that will not bring you back. I can yell at god as i sob over crinkled pictures, but all i can grasp are memories.
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