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Misery only ever lingers on those who choose not to see the beauty in anyone, other than themselves.

Moomer

Don’t force pieces that don’t fit.
MOOMER

Force One Liner Pieces
I closed a lot of doors, that used to be wide open. Bolted them shut so you couldn’t break them down again.
MOOMER

Break Close Myself Wide
I hope hearing my name makes you break. Not all at once, but little by little.
MOOMER

Break Myself Name Yourself
When you’re with her, I know you wish it was me. When I’m with him, he’s all I see.
MOOMER

Love Myself Relationship See Yourself
And I’m just trying to find someone worthy enough to set my heart on fire.
MOOMER

Enough Fire Heart Myself Try Worth
What a miracle it is, that she never strayed from that light, that she always knew she would reach.
MOOMER

Herself Light Miracle Reach
The way that the water reflects off of her eyes, tells me a story of beautiful pain.
MOOMER

Beautiful Eyes Herself Pain Reflection Story Water Way
Love today. Gone tomorrow. Now you pass each other like strangers on a busy street.
MOOMER

Break Up Busy Day Love Relationship Stranger
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 stopped letting him clip her wings, and slowly made her way towards the sun.
MOOMER

Himself Slow Stop Sun Wings
I long to be in a moment where it feels magic is real. Where time actually stops around us.
MOOMER

Feeling Magic Moments Myself Time
I fell like the rain on a perfectly sunny afternoon. It rushed over me out of nowhere. It opened up the skies.
MOOMER

Myself Open Perfection Rain Season Sky
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.
MOOMER

Darkness Glow Herself Inspirational Kind Light Pain
He admired the way I loved. Because I still gave everything that I had, even when I was left with nothing.
MOOMER

Admire Himself Love Myself Way
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
These walls are so high, but I refuse to be a prisoner of my past.
MOOMER

High Myself Past Prison Wall

Misery only ever lingers on those who choose not to see the beauty in anyone, other than themselves.

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Misery only ever lingers on those who choose not to see the beauty in anyone, other than themselves.

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