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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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In the end the salt calls the ocean home; and I guess this is why drowning has always been a part of loving you.
ODD KEN

Drown End Home Love Myself Ocean Salt Yourself
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.
ODD KEN

Better Herself Home Hope Lost Place Rest Water
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
Respect pain. Every heartfelt word is first born from sadness.
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Born Pain Respect Sadness
Please the night’s cold, not her name again!
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Cold Herself Name Night
Most days missing her is my only choice between death and dying.
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Choice Death Herself Missing Myself
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
I’ve seen it, I know it too; love still dances in the fire after the rescue.
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Dance Fire Love Myself Rescue See
There’s a constant battle of me and healing; all of which still sits burning and intricately perplexed in ink.
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Battle Burn Healing Ink
To me there was only ever you!
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Love Myself One Liner Relationship Yourself
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
To heal is to be constantly reminded that once you learn to punch, you die with blood on your wrist.
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Blood Death Hands Healing Learning Wisdom Yourself
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 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
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 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
I can sing love; only I’m afraid the lyrics might get shattered again.
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Afraid Love Lyrics Myself Sing
The broken worlds we hide inside; that’s how we start to die!
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Break Death Hide Start World
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
No one thing stays the same after a goodbye.
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Change Goodbye Stay
Give everything some time; pain hasn’t learn to walk yet.
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Learning Pain Philosophy Time Walk
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
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 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
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
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
I guess we all understand the love language fine; but maybe truth is we’re just too fluent in goodbyes.
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End Goodbye Language Love Myself Truth Understand

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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