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Whatever I feel is not a choice, but dwelling on it is, so I stand up and walk and walk and walk a w a y.

Vesmir

There is a wild in you which thrives in places and on days, when, even the sun in you couldn’t survive.
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Day Deep Inspirational One Liner Place Sun Survive Thrive Wild Yourself
Those that are drunk in love, shall forever talk to the moon.
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Drunk Forever Love Moon Talk
And that is how time heals, not by erasing but by blurring all the memories.
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Blurr Erase Healing Memories One Liner Time
Isn’t this loneliness a strange poetry? you want everyone to read, but you are never willing to write it down.
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Down Lonely Poetry Strange Write Yourself
So, what ruined you? -hope.
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Hope Ruin Yourself
For once I wanna look back and not sigh.
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Life Myself Once Sigh
My god! this love it will make a fool out of us all.
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All Fool God Love
Something in me is constantly at unrest.
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Constant Myself One Liner Rest
Hold on/ not because life will get any better/ but it’s 10 mins to sunset/ and I was wondering if we could go for ice creams afterwards
VESMIR

Hold On Ice Cream Life Myself Sun Sunset
Whatever I feel is not a choice, but dwelling on it is, so I stand up and walk and walk and walk a w a y.
VESMIR

Away Choice Dwell Feeling Walk
I don’t want everything to be a destination, where I have to grind and reach, O! how i long for some good to come in my way and let me pick it up.
VESMIR

Destination Good Grind Myself Reach Way
I am not home for somebody else’s trauma.
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Home Myself Trauma
Hope has never looked the same twice. Pain has never looked the same twice. Love has never looked the same twice.
VESMIR

Hope Look Love Pain Twice
All my life has been a struggle to know, what to hold on and what to let go, but still, i end up sitting in the corner of the room with a flickering candle, whimpering, naked, shuddering, lost.
VESMIR

Candle Deep Hold On Let Go Life Literature Lost Myself Naked Room Shudder Struggle
These poets and their metaphors lied to me/ you never felt like a mountain I wished to climb/ or a stream I would let myself float in/ or a scent I was dying to bottle in/ these poets lie when they talk of love.
VESMIR

Bottle Climb Death Float Lie Literature Love Metaphor Mountain Myself Poet Scent Stream Wish Yourself
Too much of what I write takes me back to you.
VESMIR

Back Myself Past Write Yourself

Whatever I feel is not a choice, but dwelling on it is, so I stand up and walk and walk and walk a w a y.

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