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The broken worlds we hide inside; that’s how we start to die!

Odd Ken

In the end not every bleeding thing dies; at least, not like a paper plays in fire.
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Blood Death End Fire Paper Play
I don’t think the world is ever getting better; I guess maybe people just find new ways to hide what kills them.
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Hide Kill Myself People Thinking Way World
Maybe water is not entirely lost when soaked into sand. Maybe it finds a better resting place to call home; and I hope she did too.
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Better Herself Home Hope Lost Place Rest Water
Perhaps I mistook the pain with work in progress.
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Mistook Myself Pain Progress Work
Sorry to a heavy heart in the morning; sorry to waking up and being yourself the only reason to cry.
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Cry Heart heavy Morning Reason Sorry Wake Up Yourself
I guess there’s so much in your absence that kills my soul from the burning wood to ash.
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Absence Burn Kill Myself Soul Yourself
No one thing stays the same after a goodbye.
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Change Goodbye Stay
This ‘missing you’ It begs for water; it cries your name.
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Beg Cry Missing Name Water Yourself
These sharp edges you left behind, they cut so deep; and I guess maybe I am just not dying enough.
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Death Deep Edge Enough Hurt Myself
Somedays depression is tender, as though hurting is just an art; and that maybe she didn’t break me more than enough!
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Art Break Depression Enough Herself Hurting Myself
I forget how our story started; but these days I’m finding the missing pieces behind every exhale, where I left the words standing with sore feet.
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Forget Missing Myself Pieces Stand Start Story
The broken worlds we hide inside; that’s how we start to die!
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Break Death Hide Start World
It is my dying wish to travel around the world; to feel this hurt in a slightly different way!
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Around Death Different Feeling Hurt Myself Travel Way World
To me there was only ever you!
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Love Myself One Liner Relationship Yourself
I guess this has been my confusion; where I went wrong. Thinking that love could possibly come as a thing without the burns.
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Burn Confusion Love Myself Possible Thinking Wrong
You’re gone. And I think I’m only trying to mean a lot to myself too.
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Break Up Myself Thinking Try

The broken worlds we hide inside; that’s how we start to die!

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