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The way that the water reflects off of her eyes, tells me a story of beautiful pain.

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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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Myself Open Perfection Rain Season Sky
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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’m choosing to build castle out of the things that nearly destroy me.
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Build Choice Destroy Myself
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
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

The way that the water reflects off of her eyes, tells me a story of beautiful pain.

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