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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.

Maggie Bowyer

Don’t you know that shedding your pain only makes it reverberate.
MAGGIE BOWYER

Hurt Pain Reverberate Yourself
My wells have run dry, but not because i miss you any less, I finally accept that this is life.
MAGGIE BOWYER

Acceptance Dry Life Miss Yourself Well
I want to find my soul rather than lose it.
MAGGIE BOWYER

Finding Loss Lost Soul
You were right I don’t think I was good for your mental health But I highly doubt anyone could be.
MAGGIE BOWYER

Doubt Good Health Mental Yourself
The very act of surviving in a world that does nothing but reject you is an act of revolution.
MAGGIE BOWYER

Revolution Survive World Yourself
Your words hit harder than your fists, Neither missed.
MAGGIE BOWYER

Fist Hurt Missing Word Yourself
I hope you grow. I hope you change. It almost didn’t fazed me, when you chose her. You always wanted what you ‘have.
MAGGIE BOWYER

Change Choose Growth Her Relationship
Is this pain ripping me, ripping us apart, really just psychosomatic?
MAGGIE BOWYER

Pain Relationship
I knew i was losing you, But when you tossed me into the mail box it finally hit me- I was losing me.
MAGGIE BOWYER

Loss Lost Myself Yourself
I want to carve my insides out with a rusty spoon. It would be less painful.
MAGGIE BOWYER

Carve Inside Pain Rusty
The grace of being home is that i no longer have to waste energy on looking okay.
MAGGIE BOWYER

Energy Grace Home
If we found out tomorrow that oxygen was poisonous I would try to spend forever in your exhales.
MAGGIE BOWYER

Forever Oxygen Poison Relationship
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.
MAGGIE BOWYER

Absence Growth Ray Sun Warmth Yourself
The burns didn’t hurt this badly when we were on fire.
MAGGIE BOWYER

Fire Hurt Pain Relationship Toxic
Be proud of a body that bares the burden of being buried only to bloom.
MAGGIE BOWYER

Bloom Body Bury One Liner Self Love
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.
MAGGIE BOWYER

Break Up God Hurt Memories Picture Scream

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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