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

Beautiful Herself Poetry Walk Way
Don’t force pieces that don’t fit.
MOOMER

Force One Liner Pieces
The beautiful yet chaotic irony of it all is that; because of you, I lost myself, and yet, because of you, I found myself.
MOOMER

Beautiful Chaos Lost Myself Yourself
You don’t know what you don’t want, until you know better. Give yourself some grace.
MOOMER

Better Grace 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
She decided to name the stars. And as each one fell from the sky, her body got warmer. Her heart opened.
MOOMER

Body Decision Heart Herself Name Sky Stars Warmth
She was someone who still believed that she could love with a shattered heart, and that made her remarkable.
MOOMER

Believe Heart Herself Remark
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
Sometimes, the only hand you need to hold, is your own.
MOOMER

Hands Independent Need Time Yourself
Love today. Gone tomorrow. Now you pass each other like strangers on a busy street.
MOOMER

Break Up Busy Day Love Relationship Stranger
She stopped letting him clip her wings, and slowly made her way towards the sun.
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Himself Slow Stop Sun Wings
I will always remember you. And the way I bloomed. Not with you, but after you.
MOOMER

Bloom Myself Remember Way Yourself
I finally found the peace of mind, that let me erase that piece of time.
MOOMER

Mindset Myself Peace Pieces Time
I want to exist in the same world where you just want to exist in mine.
MOOMER

Existence Love Myself Relationship World
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
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

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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