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I messed up a lot of things. I called it poetry.

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We are only beautiful monsters, dreaming of god.
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There’s this thing that hurts inside me all the time. Because I know what’s coming.
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Hurt Myself Time
In an endless universe, she needed space.
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Herself Need Space Universe
She was an artist on top of me, and soaked my sheets with poetry.
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She was only a collection of flaws and she was beautiful.
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Beautiful Collection Flaw Herself
I wake to find her there, with glowing eyes and tangled hair. She is my sunrise.
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I’m wrong but I’m real.
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This heart. It’s broke. I don’t want it anymore.
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Broken Heart Heart Myself
She could be anything. But she’s just a girl with a broken heart.
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Broken Heart Herself
She was simple. Like a poem, and always dressed in sunshine.
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I’m just a daydream. I don’t even know what I really am.
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Dreams Existence Myself
Lets die. Alone. Like we always do.
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Break Up Heart Herself Summer
I liked her simplicity. She wanted coffee and orgasms.
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Coffee Herself Simplicity
Late nights. Poetry. Cigarettes. and a wounded heart, trying to forget you.
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Break me. Until there’s nothing left and I’ll be free.
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Break Freedom Myself
She was a broken sky, where stars never shine and butterflies die.
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Break Butterfly Death Shine Sky

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