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I will always remember you. And the way I bloomed. Not with you, but after you.

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Sometimes, the only hand you need to hold, is your own.
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Hands Independent Need 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
Don’t force pieces that don’t fit.
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Force One Liner Pieces
Whats so poetically beautiful about my world now, is that its finally mine.
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Beautiful Myself Poetry 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
I found him in all the chaos, and that was when my world started making sense again.
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Chaos Myself Start World
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
Jump. See whose at the bottom when you land on your feet.
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Company Friendship Hard Time See Struggle Yourself
Sometimes its easier to focus on the pain you’ve felt. Instead, think of the strength you’ve gained.
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Easy Feeling Pain Strength Thinking Time Yourself
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
He could only give her a world in black and white. And all she wanted was a life of color.
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Black Color Himself Life White World
Love today. Gone tomorrow. Now you pass each other like strangers on a busy street.
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Break Up Busy Day Love Relationship Stranger
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
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 closed a lot of doors, that used to be wide open. Bolted them shut so you couldn’t break them down again.
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Break Close Myself Wide
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

I will always remember you. And the way I bloomed. Not with you, but after you.

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I will always remember you. And the way I bloomed. Not with you, but after you.

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