black
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There is something poetic about the way she floats when she walks now.

Moomer

Time heals what you allow it to.
MOOMER

Healing Time Yourself
I’ve been in a daze the last few days, just wanting all of this to fade away.
MOOMER

Day Fade Myself
He could only give her a world in black and white. And all she wanted was a life of color.
MOOMER

Black Color Himself Life White World
I’m afraid to let lightening strike me, but I think you and I could be the perfect storm.
MOOMER

Afraid Light Myself Perfection Storm Strike Thinking
A tragedy is; I choose you. You choose me. Hearts choose safety.
MOOMER

Choice Heart Myself Safety Tragedy Yourself
Don’t force pieces that don’t fit.
MOOMER

Force One Liner Pieces
I’m choosing to build castle out of the things that nearly destroy me.
MOOMER

Build Choice Destroy Myself
He admired the way I loved. Because I still gave everything that I had, even when I was left with nothing.
MOOMER

Admire Himself Love Myself Way
Mark my words. Memories of me will haunt you when you sleep at night. No one forgets a love like mine.
MOOMER

Forget Love Memories Myself Night Sleep Word
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
Stop blaming love when it’s people who hurt you.
MOOMER

Blame Hurt People Stop Yourself
I knew he could be my North Star when he made me feel something after being numb for so long.
MOOMER

Feeling Love Myself Relationship Star
She’s got a glow about her. The kind that says- She’s been through some dark pain, but she’s lighting her own way now.
MOOMER

Darkness Glow Herself Inspirational Kind Light Pain
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 hope hearing my name makes you break. Not all at once, but little by little.
MOOMER

Break Myself Name Yourself
These walls are so high, but I refuse to be a prisoner of my past.
MOOMER

High Myself Past Prison Wall

There is something poetic about the way she floats when she walks now.

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