Your words hit harder than your fists, Neither missed.
MAGGIE BOWYERMy wells have run dry, but not because i miss you any less, I finally accept that this is life.
More Maggie Bowyer Quotes
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The burns didn’t hurt this badly when we were on fire.
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The last time you backstabbed me I grew a backbone. I should thank you.
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When you are starved for a moment of relief, you’ll eat their poison by the mouth full, no questions until the digestion leads to new problems.
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There are versions of myself I will never recover, stolen by moments i will forever remember.
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On my worst days, my brain tries to trick me into wishing I stayed. It’s really trying to convince me that I didn’t deserve to survive.
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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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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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I’m actually great at being alone. It was being abandoned that was hard.
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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 should have known when I started to fall in love, It was never meant to last long.
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You’d read between my lines, You’d seen truths I had tried to deny all my life. You had read poems that were tucked neatly under my sheets, words I never meant anyone to read.
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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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I want to find my soul rather than lose it.
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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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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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