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I’m afraid to let lightening strike me, but I think you and I could be the perfect storm.

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And I’m just trying to find someone worthy enough to set my heart on fire.
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Enough Fire Heart Myself Try Worth
These walls are so high, but I refuse to be a prisoner of my past.
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High Myself Past Prison Wall
Sometimes, the only hand you need to hold, is your own.
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Hands Independent Need Time Yourself
He was fire that crippled my bones. And you were the one who showed up out of nowhere, and carried me home.
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Bone Carry Fire Home Myself
I’m choosing to build castle out of the things that nearly destroy me.
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Build Choice Destroy Myself
There is something poetic about the way she floats when she walks now.
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Beautiful Herself Poetry Walk Way
The way that the water reflects off of her eyes, tells me a story of beautiful pain.
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Beautiful Eyes Herself Pain Reflection Story Water Way
She left this world with so many unanswered questions. But returned with an open heart.
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Answer Heart Herself Open Question Return World
What a miracle it is, that she never strayed from that light, that she always knew she would reach.
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Herself Light Miracle Reach
He could only give her a world in black and white. And all she wanted was a life of color.
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Black Color Himself Life White World
Jump. See whose at the bottom when you land on your feet.
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Company Friendship Hard Time See Struggle Yourself
I watched him make wishes on shooting stars and dandelions, while I stood there never knowing if I was enough.
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Enough Myself Stand Stars
I will always remember you. And the way I bloomed. Not with you, but after you.
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Bloom Myself Remember Way Yourself
Stop blaming love when it’s people who hurt you.
MOOMER

Blame Hurt People Stop Yourself
When you’d hurt, I’d rush to your side. When I’d hurt, you’d hide.
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Difference Hide Hurt Side Yourself
I fell like the rain on a perfectly sunny afternoon. It rushed over me out of nowhere. It opened up the skies.
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Myself Open Perfection Rain Season Sky

I’m afraid to let lightening strike me, but I think you and I could be the perfect storm.

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