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My notebook couldn’t carry the burden of all those words which my heart once felt.

Nikita Gandhi

My freedom doesn’t end with you, it keeps expanding itself with its little invisible feathers, to grow into a phenomenon of never resting soul.
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Expand Feather Freedom Invisible Soul
All those lavenders seemed purple in love they turned lilac without him.
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Absence Break Up Color Love
The believe you carry in yourself is what makes you unbelievable for others.
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Believe Carry Inspirational Self Love Yourself
I chose myself today, not over you. I can never do that, and you know that well. I just chose the new me over my past self.
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Choice Day Myself Past
When you let me touch your skin, I can feel your pain. What joy you get in keeping me away?
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Away Feeling Joy Pain Relationship Skin Touch Yourself
The sound of those crickets still drowns me in the summer fantasy.
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Drown Fantasy Myself Sound Summer
The journey of fire begins, survives and ends with air.
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Air Beginning End Fire Journey Nature Survive
There are these emotions which are eager to scream aloud, but they settle inside us without a cry.
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Cry Emotion Ourselves Scream
Entangle me, into your talkative eyes. Let me breathe in, your breath often. For I’m tired of floating, in the shallow waters, when I want to get choked.
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Breathe Love Myself Relationship Shallow Tired
With every new sunset, the sun fears that the waves might stop paying homage to it at night.
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Fear Home Night Stop Sun Sunset Wave
It is hard holding a spot in your body that doesn’t want you.
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Body Hard Hold Yourself
I couldn’t experience an end with you, because you have always been a beginning to something new every day.
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Beginning Day End Experience Yourself
Sometimes, I feel sorry for you. I’m not there to hold you, and this clouded sky do not let you talk to the moon.
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Feeling Hold Moon Sorry Talk Time Touch Yourself
My notebook couldn’t carry the burden of all those words which my heart once felt.
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Book Burden Carry Feeling One Liner
Surviving is to overcome a hurting wound living is to see your face each morning.
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Face Hurt Live Morning See Survive Wound
All I want for christmas is your warmth, near the firing woods. Cuddling on the chair, swinging in merry times, forgetting our bad lies.
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Bad Fire Forget Lying Myself Time Warmth

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