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I write because suicide is no longer an option.

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Be bold, child. You are rare and you are brazen light.
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Bold Children Light Rare Yourself
There is no greater power than that of the sun, the moon, and a woman who knows her worth.
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Greatness Inspirational Moon Power Sun Woman Women Empowerment Worth
I think I saw you again in the moonlight tonight, and I swear I could taste the hints of it alll.
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Light Moon Myself Taste Thinking Yourself
You load your words as I bare my chest, and this will be the most beautiful death.
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Argument Beautiful Death Myself Word Yourself
He was exactly like hitting a red light during a killer streak of green.
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Himself Kill Light
He was all dangerous eyes and beautiful lies, but I ached. for him to lie to me some more.
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Beautiful Dangerous Eyes Himself Lying Pain
She is of the strangest beauty and the darkest courage, and when she walks with intent the earth trembles beneath her feet.
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Beautiful Courage Darkness Earth Herself Strange
Pleasure or pain; I’ll take either as long as it is laced with passion.
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Myself Pain Passion
How recklessly we turn from strangers and blindly back to lovers, to nothing.
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Love Path Relationship Stranger Travel
I drink to the ones who can sit with their souls and not wish for sleep and the nightmares it brings.
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Drink Myself Sleep Soul
Oh my darling, you mustn’t fill up on memories alone, there is heartache and regret yet to be served.
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Alone Heart Memories Myself Regret Service
You love so perfectly, as if you have never been told a heart can be broken.
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Break Heart Love Perfection Yourself
I swear if I were to rip myself open, it wouldn’t be blood that poured out of me, it would be him.
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Blood Himself Love Myself
Poetry is the loveliest art. It has a wretched way of revealing our own character when we think we are judging the poets.
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Art Character Judgement Love Poet Poetry Reveal Thinking
Whatever it is that stirs your soul listen to that. Everything else is just noise.
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Listening Noise Soul Yourself
Melancholy- My longest of lost lovers has returned to dance with me Again I loved him; intensely.
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Dance Intense Lost Love Myself Return
He calms my chaos and I fuel his fire. We are a match made between heaven and hell.
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Calm Fire Heaven Hell Himself
He left love letters at my door, and a chalk outline on the highway.
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Himself Letter Love Myself Way
Be patient with me, dear heart. The art of loving is a peculiar business when one has spent an eternity hating themselves.
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Business Forever Hate Heart Love Myself Patience
I think you were my taste of heaven after a lifetime of eating hell.
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Eat Heaven Life Myself Taste Thinking Time
On paper I have killed you a thousand times but my heart disregards clever words.
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Heart Kill Myself Paper Time Word
I have God in my words and the devil in my ear, and a sister who keeps telling me to find my magic.
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Devil God Magic Myself Sister Word
I have known love and I have known loss, but in the end, they both looked a lot like you.
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Break Up End Loss Love Myself Yourself
You were a lifetime ago, yet here I am, still pulling pieces of you out of me.
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Break Up Life Pieces Time Yourself
He was everything I never could, but always wanted to love.
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Himself Love Myself Relationship
Some souls were never meant to be content.
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Satisfaction Soul
I will not force a pretty smile upon my face to please eyes that no longer see me.
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Eyes Face Force Myself See Smile

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