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Even if you look for peace in the places you won the war, you will not find any.

Vesmir

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.
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Candle Deep Hold On Let Go Life Literature Lost Myself Naked Room Shudder Struggle
My god! this love it will make a fool out of us all.
VESMIR

All Fool God Love
The voices in your head are lying, i tell you this world never stopped you from flying.
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Fly Head Inspirational Lie Myself One Liner Voice
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
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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Away Choice Dwell Feeling Walk
I remember my mother whispering me every night, if you don’t hold that little light inside you, the universe will let go off the hold of you.
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Let Go Light Mother Myself Night Remember Universe Yourself
All this sadness longs to be touched.
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Sad Touch
If not love, then we have to survive it.
VESMIR

Love Survive
We are what this world refuse to carry. So we carry ourselves so we carry ourselves so we carry ourselves.
VESMIR

Carry Myself Refuse World
And that is how time heals, not by erasing but by blurring all the memories.
VESMIR

Blurr Erase Healing Memories One Liner Time
A love that stays will always remain secondary to the one that left, but isn’t it a shame to worship that which left in place off that which stayed.
VESMIR

Deep Love Place Secondary Shame Stay Worship
Those that are drunk in love, shall forever talk to the moon.
VESMIR

Drunk Forever Love Moon Talk
And nothing that will be touched, even with the tiniest of love, shall continue to live the same.
VESMIR

Live Love Touch
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
I am not what I write but I want to be.
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Myself Write
She is the old school hard love, your modern brittle love can’t afford to carry.
VESMIR

Afford Brittle Carry Hard Herself Love Modern Old One Liner School

Even if you look for peace in the places you won the war, you will not find any.

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