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This heart. It’s broke. I don’t want it anymore.

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She’s like turning on the radio and hearing a brand new song.
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She’s like a jar of butterflies, waiting to be opened.
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He opened her cages, and freed the things inside.
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Cage Freedom Myself Open
She was only a collection of flaws and she was beautiful.
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Sometimes I wonder if these rain soaked shoes will get me home.
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She was simple. Like a poem, and always dressed in sunshine.
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I liked her simplicity. She wanted coffee and orgasms.
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Coffee Herself Simplicity
Women are beautiful. But some are made of hell.
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Overcoming guilt, its the first step to doing it again.
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Deep Guilty Let Go Repeat
It wasn’t forever. But I loved her until I hated her.
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Forever Hate Love Myself
She was a broken sky, where stars never shine and butterflies die.
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Break Butterfly Death Shine Sky
She’s no rose. But in her I see the beauty of thorns.
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Beautiful Herself Myself Rose See

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