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She stopped letting him clip her wings, and slowly made her way towards the sun.

Moomer

Give me someone who will lay with me under a crescent moon, and quietly watch our worlds collide.
MOOMER

Moon Nature Ourselves Quiet World
A tragedy is; I choose you. You choose me. Hearts choose safety.
MOOMER

Choice Heart Myself Safety Tragedy Yourself
Jump. See whose at the bottom when you land on your feet.
MOOMER

Company Friendship Hard Time See Struggle Yourself
What a miracle it is, that she never strayed from that light, that she always knew she would reach.
MOOMER

Herself Light Miracle Reach
I found him in all the chaos, and that was when my world started making sense again.
MOOMER

Chaos Myself Start World
You don’t know what you don’t want, until you know better. Give yourself some grace.
MOOMER

Better Grace Yourself
She brought the kind of light that was similar to the sun right after it rains.
MOOMER

Herself Kind Light Rain Right Sun
The beautiful yet chaotic irony of it all is that; because of you, I lost myself, and yet, because of you, I found myself.
MOOMER

Beautiful Chaos Lost Myself Yourself
Whats so poetically beautiful about my world now, is that its finally mine.
MOOMER

Beautiful Myself Poetry World
If only he would look at me. Look at me the way I look at poetry.
MOOMER

Appearance Himself Love Myself Poetry Romance
Like deep water, she was silent. His lips tasted of salt. He was both addicting and bitter all at once.
MOOMER

Addiction Himself Lips Silence Taste Water
And just like the leaves in the fall, she fell, too. And it changed her. And it was wonderful.
MOOMER

Change Fall Leaves Wonderful
I closed a lot of doors, that used to be wide open. Bolted them shut so you couldn’t break them down again.
MOOMER

Break Close Myself Wide
I watched him make wishes on shooting stars and dandelions, while I stood there never knowing if I was enough.
MOOMER

Enough Myself Stand Stars
I remember how I used to beg for his time, and now all you want is to give me all of yours.
MOOMER

Myself Remember Time Yourself
You were the type of person who would put bandaid over a knife wound, and casually as if I was okay.
MOOMER

Casual Myself Person Wound Yourself

She stopped letting him clip her wings, and slowly made her way towards the sun.

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