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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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Growing flowers on your tongue/ won’t make those lies/ any sweet/ saying that you still/ love me/ won’t make this/ broken trust/ change how it feels.
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Break Change Feeling Flower Growth Lie Love Relationship Sweet Tongue Trust
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’m still figuring out, how to talk about how I feel- which is a lot.
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Feel Lot Myself Talk
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
You are like a wrecked ship in the depths of the ocean, collapsed and eroded but still, full of pearl oysters.
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Collapse Depth Literature Ocean One Liner Pearl Ship Wreck Yourself
I am not what I write but I want to be.
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Myself Write
I will feel whatever the fuck I want to feel.
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Feeling Myself
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
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
She is the old school hard love, your modern brittle love can’t afford to carry.
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Afford Brittle Carry Hard Herself Love Modern Old One Liner School
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
Too many of us have grown up just too early.
VESMIR

Early Growth Myself Yourself
I am not home for somebody else’s trauma.
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Home Myself Trauma
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.
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Back Myself Past Write 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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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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