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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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It’s not sad/ that you choose/ to keep yourself in/ its a pity/ that even when you could/ you never decided/ to walk out.
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Decide Pity Sad Walk Weak Yourself
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
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
You out of all, have a hand to hold.
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Hands Independence 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
I am not home for somebody else’s trauma.
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Home Myself Trauma
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
Something in me is constantly at unrest.
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Constant Myself One Liner Rest
If not love, then we have to survive it.
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Love Survive
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
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
But fear is love that has been convinced that it never belonged.
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Belong Convince Deep Fear Love One Liner
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
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.
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Deep Love Place Secondary Shame Stay Worship
Even if you look for peace in the places you won the war, you will not find any.
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Battle Deep Look Peace War Yourself
Stop giving your infant heart/ wrapped in blind vows/ white lies/ and a haunted past/ stop asking for love/ if you don’t know how to give any/ stop hurting others/ stop it/ stop it/ just fucking stop it.
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Blind Haunt Heart Hurt Infant Lie Literature Love Past Stop Vow Wrap

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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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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