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Sometimes there are no words. Sometimes, it’s just poetry.

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Overcoming guilt, its the first step to doing it again.
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Deep Guilty Let Go Repeat
Summer looks the same. But last summer she loved me.
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Couple Love Myself Relationship Summer
There’s a strange beauty in her. She shines like hell.
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Beautiful Hell Herself Shine Strange
I wake to find her there, with glowing eyes and tangled hair. She is my sunrise.
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Eyes Glow Hairs Myself Surprise Wake Up
This heart. It’s broke. I don’t want it anymore.
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Broken Heart Heart Myself
We are only beautiful monsters, dreaming of god.
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Beautiful Dreams God Monster
She’s no rose. But in her I see the beauty of thorns.
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Beautiful Herself Myself Rose See
I never drink in the morning. Mornings are for drugs.
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Drink Drugs Morning Myself
Women are beautiful. But some are made of hell.
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Beautiful Hell Woman
Break me. Until there’s nothing left and I’ll be free.
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Break Freedom Myself
She was simple. Like a poem, and always dressed in sunshine.
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Herself Poem Simplicity Sunshine
She’s like a jar of butterflies, waiting to be opened.
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Butterfly Herself Open Wait
Sometimes there are no words. Sometimes, it’s just poetry.
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Poetry Silence Word
I liked her simplicity. She wanted coffee and orgasms.
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Coffee Herself Simplicity
True love is letting her know that her ass really does look fat in those jeans.
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Appearance Funny Herself Love True
We search for meaning. And destroy it.
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Destroy Meaning Philosophy Search
Late nights. Poetry. Cigarettes. and a wounded heart, trying to forget you.
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Forget Heart Night Poetry Try Wound Yourself
I gave her address to my soul. Ans she fucked the mailman.
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Address Herself Mail Man Soul
She could be anything. But she’s just a girl with a broken heart.
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Broken Heart Herself
I messed up a lot of things. I called it poetry.
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Call Mess Myself Poetry
Her memory still lingers, like a cockroach in my heart.
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Heart Herself Memories
I’m wrong but I’m real.
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Myself Reality Wrong
She wanted romance. I just wanted to fuck the stars out of her eyes.
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Eyes Myself Romance Sex Stars
She was a broken sky, where stars never shine and butterflies die.
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Break Butterfly Death Shine Sky
With her, the world becomes art.
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Art Herself World
She was only a collection of flaws and she was beautiful.
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Beautiful Collection Flaw Herself
A lot of ugly people hide behind beautiful eyes. A lot of things are only lies.
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Beautiful Hide Lying People

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