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The voices in your head are lying, i tell you this world never stopped you from flying.

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They call my love immature, naive and foolish, as if, wisdom made a better lover out of them.
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Foolish Immature Love Lover Myself Naive Relationship Wisdom
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
I’m still figuring out, how to talk about how I feel- which is a lot.
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Feel Lot Myself Talk
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.
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Destination Good Grind Myself Reach Way
All this sadness longs to be touched.
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Sad Touch
But the act of holding on speaks to me so much more about a human heart than the courage of letting go ever could.
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Act Courage Heart Hold On Human Let Go Literature Speak
Too many of us have grown up just too early.
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Early Growth Myself Yourself
You don’t know how to love, so you give it all. But isn’t that how one should love? by giving all of it.
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Deep Love Yourself
And nothing that will be touched, even with the tiniest of love, shall continue to live the same.
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Live Love Touch
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
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
We are what this world refuse to carry. So we carry ourselves so we carry ourselves so we carry ourselves.
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Carry Myself Refuse World
I am trying to talk about love without biting my tongue.
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Bite Love Myself One Liner Tongue Try
Too much of what I write takes me back to you.
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Back Myself Past Write Yourself
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.
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Bottle Climb Death Float Lie Literature Love Metaphor Mountain Myself Poet Scent Stream Wish Yourself
Hope has never looked the same twice. Pain has never looked the same twice. Love has never looked the same twice.
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Hope Look Love Pain Twice

The voices in your head are lying, i tell you this world never stopped you from flying.

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