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Too many of us have grown up just too early.

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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
All this sadness longs to be touched.
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Sad Touch
My god! this love it will make a fool out of us all.
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All Fool God Love
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
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
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
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
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
So, what ruined you? -hope.
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Hope Ruin 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
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
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
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
I am trying to talk about love without biting my tongue.
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Bite Love Myself One Liner Tongue Try

Too many of us have grown up just too early.

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