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

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Sometimes its easier to focus on the pain you’ve felt. Instead, think of the strength you’ve gained.
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Easy Feeling Pain Strength Thinking Time Yourself
I’m afraid to let lightening strike me, but I think you and I could be the perfect storm.
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Afraid Light Myself Perfection Storm Strike Thinking
Because next to you, I can see new life bloom. And by your side, I can feel both our worlds collide.
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Feeling Growth Life Love Myself Relationship Romantic See Togetherness World Yourself
I remember how I used to beg for his time, and now all you want is to give me all of yours.
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Myself Remember Time Yourself
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 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
You don’t know what you don’t want, until you know better. Give yourself some grace.
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Better Grace Yourself
I knew he could be my North Star when he made me feel something after being numb for so long.
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Feeling Love Myself Relationship Star
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
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
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 found him in all the chaos, and that was when my world started making sense again.
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Chaos Myself Start World
Like deep water, she was silent. His lips tasted of salt. He was both addicting and bitter all at once.
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Addiction Himself Lips Silence Taste Water
There is something poetic about the way she floats when she walks now.
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Beautiful Herself Poetry Walk Way
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
Time heals what you allow it to.
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Healing Time Yourself

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

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