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Here you are, another heartache to guard under my wings as I wait wondering when it’ll be time for me to fly.

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My words decay. I grow as they fray, unbecoming in the passage of time.
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Growth Myself Passage Time Word
Somewhere the silence resonates, the clutter clears, and you’re set to start again.
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Patience Resonate Silence Start Yourself
I don’t think anyone really gets my attachment to the little things. They call it insignificant and say that it is what it is. I think it all adds up to what we stand for. The little things add up to something meaningful and so does the complacency.
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Attachment Call Meaning Myself Stand Thinking
I was never lonely alone because love has come to me in many forms, and one of them was you.
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Alone From Lonely Love Myself Yourself
I hide myself in the galaxies of my creations – unsure of who I am beyond that.
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Beyond Creation Deep Hide Myself Poet Writing
I try to build myself a bridge to cross every time I start to ruminate on my thoughts.
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Bridge Build Myself Start Thinking Time Try
I escaped the voice of darkness that was as pervasive as the silence that has come to replace all the words you had misplaced.
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Darkness Escape Silence Voice Word Yourself
To the songs you haven’t heard from me. To the pains you haven’t felt for me.
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Feeling Myself Pain Song Yourself
Why is it that you have more practice describing weaknesses than strengths? It’s not your fault they never went to the lengths to teach you how to value your strengths.
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Description Practice Strength Teaching Value Weakness Yourself
Reading has always been my sweetest escape, but I write to convey that which I want to escape or what scares me to say, even if it’s something positive.
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Escape Myself Positive Reading Scare Sweet Writing
Here you are, another heartache to guard under my wings as I wait wondering when it’ll be time for me to fly.
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Fly Guard Heart Broken Myself Time Wondering
There is a warmth that fills the soul when the sun’s rays tend to your skin from up above.
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Ourselves Rays Soul Sun Warm
Tell me I’m sun-kissed, but you burn my skin. And you already told me, I was paper thin.
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Burn Myself Paper Skin Sun
Flowers crown her with thorns, keeping her mind entrapped in a garden of lies – guarding her mind.
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Crown Flower Garden Guard Lying Mindset
Body and mind aren’t separated. And so all these things I write, they are felt in the aches of my heart.
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Body Heart Mind Myself Separate Writing
I lost touch with the world around me – gone unnoticed by that which surrounds me, but I must find the presence of that which grounds me if I am to once again grasp onto everything I lost touch with.
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Lost Myself Notice Presence Surround Touch World

Here you are, another heartache to guard under my wings as I wait wondering when it’ll be time for me to fly.

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