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It’s quite sad that some words never reach the person they were written for.

Olivia Clifford

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I am laden with sorrow. But always hopeful of tomorrow.
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Future Hard Time Hope Sorrow
Your essence, so pure. Even from across the room. I want to savor every last drop. Maybe you could heal the devil in me.
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Devil Healing Pieces Relationship Yourself
Don’t let this dissipate. Don’t let this evaporate into thin air. Don’t let this go.
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Hold On Inspirational
I can’t believe it, I’m falling apart. I recognize the way my feelings eat me from inside out.
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Believe Fall Myself Recognize
It’s strange where we find ourselves years after being in a completely different place.
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Different Ourselves Place Strange
Misery loves company, perhaps I’m misery myself, wishing for someone to sit beside me and distract me from myself.
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Company Misery Myself
Who knew feeling hollow could be so heavy.
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Deep Feeling Shallow
Quiet, that’s how I go when there’s a lot to say.
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Quiet Talk
Sometimes I lay down at night and wonder if it’s time to lay down my life.
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Death Life Myself Night Time
Rip out my heart. Dissect the atriums and valves. You’ll find nothing but love pouring out.
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Heart Love Myself
It’s both a blessing and a curse to feel so much.
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Blessing Feeling One Liner
Fire and rain; we either drown or we burn.
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Burn Rain
I have a heart full of feelings. But a mouth devoid of words.
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Feeling Heart Myself Word
And we find ourselves stuck somewhere between a daydream and reality.
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Deep Ourselves Reality
The adult heart beats differently.
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Different Heart
There is so much inside of me I feel as if I will be writing forever.
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Feeling Forever Myself Writing
She dances with the darkness and becomes the shadow of the night.
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Dance Darkness Herself Night
And what am I supposed to do with all this residue?
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Break Up End Myself
It’s quite sad that some words never reach the person they were written for.
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Your love left me simultaneously whole and in pieces.
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Pieces Yourself
Let’s sit at the table of angels and allow our horns to pop through our halos.
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Angel Ourselves Spiritual
My thoughts are like whiskey – one shot and I’m left with a bitter taste in my mouth.
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Mouth Myself Taste Whiskey
I live in spaces between contradictions for I am a paradox with the depth of an ocean.
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Live Ocean Science Space
I am full to the brim with words. A message in a bottle lost at the sea. Yearning to reach the shore of poetry.
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Lost Poetry Sea Word
I live in quiet confusion, in calm chaos, and in gentle waves of passion.
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Live Passion Quiet
Time is slipping away from me. And yet, all I have tried to do is pass time.
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Lazy Myself Time Try
It is beneath pale blue skies, amongst sycamore trees, and afoot dirtied leaves, my heart, and soul finds peace.
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Heart Myself Peace Sky Soul Tree

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