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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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A tragedy is; I choose you. You choose me. Hearts choose safety.
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Choice Heart Myself Safety Tragedy Yourself
Sometimes, the only hand you need to hold, is your own.
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Hands Independent Need Time Yourself
These walls are so high, but I refuse to be a prisoner of my past.
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High Myself Past Prison Wall
She decided to name the stars. And as each one fell from the sky, her body got warmer. Her heart opened.
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Body Decision Heart Herself Name Sky Stars Warmth
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.
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Darkness Glow Herself Inspirational Kind Light Pain
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
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
And I’m just trying to find someone worthy enough to set my heart on fire.
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Enough Fire Heart Myself Try Worth
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
I watched him make wishes on shooting stars and dandelions, while I stood there never knowing if I was enough.
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Enough Myself Stand Stars
And some days, all she needs is to lay beneath the crescent moon and let the earth hold her.
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Day Earth Herself Hold Moon Need
I want to exist in the same world where you just want to exist in mine.
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Existence Love Myself Relationship World
I’ve been in a daze the last few days, just wanting all of this to fade away.
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Day Fade Myself
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
When you’re with her, I know you wish it was me. When I’m with him, he’s all I see.
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Love Myself Relationship See Yourself
Love today. Gone tomorrow. Now you pass each other like strangers on a busy street.
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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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