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I want to exist in the same world where you just want to exist in mine.

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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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Beautiful Chaos Lost Myself Yourself
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 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
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’ve been in a daze the last few days, just wanting all of this to fade away.
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Day Fade Myself
Time heals what you allow it to.
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Healing Time Yourself
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
You were the type of person who would put bandaid over a knife wound, and casually as if I was okay.
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Casual Myself Person Wound Yourself
Stop blaming love when it’s people who hurt you.
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Blame Hurt People Stop Yourself
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
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
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
I will always remember you. And the way I bloomed. Not with you, but after you.
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Bloom Myself Remember Way Yourself
Never forget what broke you. And never forget how you put yourself back together.
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Break Forget Togetherness Yourself
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
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 want to exist in the same world where you just want to exist in mine.

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