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My thoughts are like whiskey – one shot and I’m left with a bitter taste in my mouth.

Olivia Clifford

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Who knew feeling hollow could be so heavy.
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Deep Feeling Shallow
Listen to the silence it will speak to you in a way that no amount of chaos and noise ever could.
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Philosophy Silence Yourself
I live in quiet confusion, in calm chaos, and in gentle waves of passion.
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Live Passion Quiet
Fragments of my love will live in you for eternity.
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Forever Love Myself Yourself
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
Fire and rain; we either drown or we burn.
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Burn Rain
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
I have a heart full of feelings. But a mouth devoid of words.
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Feeling Heart Myself Word
I am laden with sorrow. But always hopeful of tomorrow.
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Future Hard Time Hope Sorrow
And with the wind in her hair and defiance in her heart, she puts one foot in front of the other and walks into the unknown.
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Heart Herself Inspirational Strength Walk
Quiet, that’s how I go when there’s a lot to say.
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Quiet Talk
And when I don’t utter a word, that is when I feel the most.
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Deep Feeling Myself Word
She dances with the darkness and becomes the shadow of the night.
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Dance Darkness Herself Night
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
It’s strange where we find ourselves years after being in a completely different place.
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Different Ourselves Place Strange
Let’s sit at the table of angels and allow our horns to pop through our halos.
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