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A tragedy is; I choose you. You choose me. Hearts choose safety.

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The beautiful yet chaotic irony of it all is that; because of you, I lost myself, and yet, because of you, I found myself.
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Beautiful Chaos Lost Myself Yourself
If only he would look at me. Look at me the way I look at poetry.
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Appearance Himself Love Myself Poetry Romance
Stop blaming love when it’s people who hurt you.
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Blame Hurt People Stop Yourself
I hope hearing my name makes you break. Not all at once, but little by little.
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Break Myself Name Yourself
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
I found him in all the chaos, and that was when my world started making sense again.
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Chaos Myself Start World
I’ve been in a daze the last few days, just wanting all of this to fade away.
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Day Fade Myself
A tragedy is; I choose you. You choose me. Hearts choose safety.
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Choice Heart Myself Safety Tragedy Yourself
I want to exist in the same world where you just want to exist in mine.
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Existence Love Myself Relationship World
Whats so poetically beautiful about my world now, is that its finally mine.
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Beautiful Myself Poetry World
Misery only ever lingers on those who choose not to see the beauty in anyone, other than themselves.
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Beautiful Choice Misery See
There is something poetic about the way she floats when she walks now.
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Beautiful Herself Poetry Walk Way
She was someone who still believed that she could love with a shattered heart, and that made her remarkable.
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Believe Heart Herself Remark
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
Mark my words. Memories of me will haunt you when you sleep at night. No one forgets a love like mine.
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Forget Love Memories Myself Night Sleep Word
Sometimes, the only hand you need to hold, is your own.
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Hands Independent Need Time Yourself

A tragedy is; I choose you. You choose me. Hearts choose safety.

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