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Pain has one name but finds you through many.
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Find Hurt Name Pain Yourself
I can take care of myself but still its nice knowing you love me enough to do the same.
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Care Enough Love Myself Nice Same Yourself
Your happiness doesn’t need permission from someone else.
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Happiness Permission Yourself
Is it love that really binds us? isn’t lust the first to find us? Was my heart so fucking worthless that you threw it all behind us?
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Bind End Find Heart Let Go Love Lust Myself Worth
If words could scatter flesh the way it feels inside the heart I’d be holding up the walls in the house of our goodbye.
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Ending Flesh Goodbye Heart House Wall Word
When we die plant us close so life grows from our love still. Even in death my chest will bloom for you.
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Bloom Death Growth Life Love Plant Yourself
I need you to need me like water and not just in moments of thirst.
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Moment Need Thirst Yourself
When you’ve been hurt so many times every reaching hand looks hungry not helpful.
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Hand Help Hungry Hurt Pain Reach Time Yourself
When I think of things that fade from reach I see birds and balloons, life and love, me and you.
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Balloon Bird Fade Life Love Myself Thinking Yourself
You know the marks of my skin better than anyone else. I’d be lying if I didn’t say you’ve made a few yourself.
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Better Few Lie Mark Skin Yourself
I’m chasing old feelings because tomorrow has yet to show me anything better than you.
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Better Chase Feel Future Old Tomorrow Yourself
A vicious cycle of becoming the thing that hurt you the most- Life.
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Cycle Hurt Life Thing
The spilling of blood is payment for the joy that is to come.
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Blood Hurt Joy Pay Spill
When I love I leave nothing for the dogs.
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Dog Love Myself Nothing
Poems and pictures blood and light everything worth feeling twice is bound with such a price.
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Blood Feel Light Picture Poem Price Worth
Dear hands, don’t let them tell you art is a hopeless pursuit art my friends is pursuing light for the hopeless.
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Art Friend Hand Hope Light Pursuit Yourself

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