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

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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
I long to be in a moment where it feels magic is real. Where time actually stops around us.
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Feeling Magic Moments Myself Time
I hope hearing my name makes you break. Not all at once, but little by little.
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Break Myself Name 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
Never forget what broke you. And never forget how you put yourself back together.
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Break Forget Togetherness Yourself
I closed a lot of doors, that used to be wide open. Bolted them shut so you couldn’t break them down again.
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Break Close Myself Wide
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
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
He admired the way I loved. Because I still gave everything that I had, even when I was left with nothing.
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Admire Himself Love Myself 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
There are things that I don’t say out loud. And so they just live in the roots of my soul.
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Live Loud Myself Root Soul
These walls are so high, but I refuse to be a prisoner of my past.
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High Myself Past Prison Wall
And just like the leaves in the fall, she fell, too. And it changed her. And it was wonderful.
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Change Fall Leaves Wonderful
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 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
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

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

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