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What good you did in separating those petals from a rose show some efforts in separating it’s thorns.

Nikita Gandhi

In the story, I was the woman of words, where you couldn’t be a man of actions. At least my words weren’t a lie.
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Action Lying Man Myself Relationship Woman Word
I have been confused with many pretty smiles earlier but your canines hit me differently.
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Different Early Myself Smile
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
Stop changing things in a way they are not meant to be.
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Changing Stop Way
What good you did in separating those petals from a rose show some efforts in separating it’s thorns.
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Flower Goodness Rose Separate Yourself
If I’m sharing you with myself, I’m daring to share your thirst for warmth, your body and soul, even your mistakes gone wrong.
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Body Dare Mistake Myself Share Soul Thirsty Wrong
The sound of those crickets still drowns me in the summer fantasy.
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Drown Fantasy Myself Sound Summer
It is hard holding a spot in your body that doesn’t want you.
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Body Hard Hold Yourself
Sometimes it’s suffocating by being surrounded by happiness and not being able to feel it.
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Happiness Suffocate Surround Time
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
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
Our noses mingled, even though we had sharp differences. Yet we kept on fighting, over minor preferences.
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Fight Ourselves Preference Relationship Togetherness
I don’t want to show my body to the ones, who often close their eyes, when it’s time to praise the beauty of my mind and soul.
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Beautiful Body Close Mindset Myself Soul Time
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
All those lavenders seemed purple in love they turned lilac without him.
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Absence Break Up Color Love
The lotus grows out of the mud. Love the lotus; do not love the mud.
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Flower Growth Lotus One Liner

What good you did in separating those petals from a rose show some efforts in separating it’s thorns.

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