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There’s not much I know about forgetting. By which I mean I can hear her name from a distance; and it still breathes cold in my chest.

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Just as it demands blood, to meet bone, It’ll forever take something painful to understand pain.
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Blood Demand Forever Painful Philosophy Understand Wisdom
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
I knew you would leave someday; And from there a poet will be born from the ashes.
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Born Break Up Leaving Myself Poet Yourself
All through the depression, I was the soft toy in the hands of a baby with sharp teeth.
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Children Depression Hands Myself Soft
In the end the salt calls the ocean home; and I guess this is why drowning has always been a part of loving you.
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Drown End Home Love Myself Ocean Salt Yourself
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
I’m a drunk poet; and I guess maybe I sipped too much of what I couldn’t buy of her.
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Break Up Buy Drink Herself Myself Poet Relationship
The broken worlds we hide inside; that’s how we start to die!
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Break Death Hide Start World
Sometimes even in pain we smile to the world until we think we’re dying.
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Death Pain Smile Thinking World
No one thing stays the same after a goodbye.
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Change Goodbye Stay
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
What if love has always been the quench and the fire? or perhaps all we need to lose to find all we need to have?
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Fire Lose Love Need Philosophy
I’ve been quiet most of today. By which I mean I can see myself in the mirror; And believe me it is something hard to look at these days.
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Believe Hard Myself Quiet
There’s not much I know about forgetting. By which I mean I can hear her name from a distance; and it still breathes cold in my chest.
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Breathe Cold Distance Forget Herself Myself Name
I guess you’re the bee and the stings all at once; By which I mean you’re the reason I wrap these tired bones around every aching thing.
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Bone Heart Broken Myself Reason Tired Yourself
And when the cold comes, I swear I can feel her in my bones.
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Bone Cold Feeling Herself Myself Winter
I swear I love her so much that somedays I can’t quite tell if I’m just a good liar.
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Goodness Herself Love Lying Myself Quite Talk
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
I can sing love; only I’m afraid the lyrics might get shattered again.
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Afraid Love Lyrics Myself Sing
Perhaps I mistook the pain with work in progress.
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Mistook Myself Pain Progress Work
Today I can see the cracks on the wall they’re visible; but I can tell they are finding their way to soil, And so am I.
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Myself See Wall
I held my breath underwater and felt surrender in my lungs; maybe this too counts as love.
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Breathe Count Love Myself Surrender
Often times the language is different; by which I mean, I love her, and it’s the only stammer I’ve ever known.
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Different Language Love Myself Time
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
Please the night’s cold, not her name again!
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Cold Herself Name Night
$Odd Ken Quote - Like a fractured bone in the ribs, the heart can be painfully heavy sometimes.$

Like a fractured bone in the ribs, the heart can be painfully heavy sometimes.
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Bone Hard Time Heart Heart Broken heavy Pain Philosophy Wisdom
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

There’s not much I know about forgetting. By which I mean I can hear her name from a distance; and it still breathes cold in my chest.

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