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

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She was someone who still believed that she could love with a shattered heart, and that made her remarkable.
MOOMER

Believe Heart Herself Remark
She left this world with so many unanswered questions. But returned with an open heart.
MOOMER

Answer Heart Herself Open Question Return World
I will always remember you. And the way I bloomed. Not with you, but after you.
MOOMER

Bloom Myself Remember Way Yourself
The way that the water reflects off of her eyes, tells me a story of beautiful pain.
MOOMER

Beautiful Eyes Herself Pain Reflection Story Water Way
Misery only ever lingers on those who choose not to see the beauty in anyone, other than themselves.
MOOMER

Beautiful Choice Misery See
When you’re with her, I know you wish it was me. When I’m with him, he’s all I see.
MOOMER

Love Myself Relationship See 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
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
Don’t force pieces that don’t fit.
MOOMER

Force One Liner Pieces
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
Jump. See whose at the bottom when you land on your feet.
MOOMER

Company Friendship Hard Time See Struggle Yourself
Its okay to have high standards. You deserve exactly what you want.
MOOMER

Deserve Standard Yourself
These walls are so high, but I refuse to be a prisoner of my past.
MOOMER

High Myself Past Prison Wall
Stop blaming love when it’s people who hurt you.
MOOMER

Blame Hurt People Stop Yourself
He was fire that crippled my bones. And you were the one who showed up out of nowhere, and carried me home.
MOOMER

Bone Carry Fire Home Myself
I fell like the rain on a perfectly sunny afternoon. It rushed over me out of nowhere. It opened up the skies.
MOOMER

Myself Open Perfection Rain Season Sky

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

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