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Watching the sun rise again over the rooftops I whisper the things I wish would come back, too. Like hope like happiness like you.

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Always be kind. After all most hearts are home to some kind of pain.
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Always Heart Home Kind Pain
Into the soft sand I will carve your name and let the ocean steal what little remains.
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Carve Little Myself Name Ocean Remain Sand Soft Steal Yourself
They tell you to be grateful for what you have. But you are also allowed to be sad for what you have lost.
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Allow Deep Grateful Lost Sad Yourself
I am made of flowers, the kind that always grow back even after the frost.
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Flower Frost Growth Myself
Please don’t be afraid when I tell you about this emptiness I carry. I am still so full of love.
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Afraid Carry Empty Love Yourself
The thing about healing is that it keeps growing the more time passes, and the thing about time is that it keep passes.
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Deep Growth Healing Pass Time
I am always forgiving too easily as if I have forgotten the way it hurts.
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Always Easy Forget Forgive Hurt Myself
The darkness is only here to remind you how beautiful everything is when light comes back.
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Beautiful Darkness Hope Light Yourself
No matter how many storms pass through it, this heart is still a gentle thing.
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Gentle Myself Storms
Watching the sun rise again over the rooftops I whisper the things I wish would come back, too. Like hope like happiness like you.
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I have become a ghost, Letting myself be haunted by everything I once was and everything I could’ve been.
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Ghost Haunt Myself
I have cried with the rain. Now I will grow with the forest.
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Cry Forest Growth Myself Rain
And maybe my arms have grown too tired to hold this but my eyes will never stop searching for miracles.
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Arms Eyes Growth Miracle Myself Search Stop Tired
My heart roams in the wild. A place where there is always room to grow.
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Growth Heart Myself Nature Place Roam Room Wild
It hurts to let go but it heals to be free.
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And sometimes I think I could touch the sky because these hands were made to reach and this heart was built to survive.
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Build Hands Heart Myself Power Reach Sky Strength Survive Touch

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