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I’m still figuring out, how to talk about how I feel- which is a lot.

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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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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
I’m still figuring out, how to talk about how I feel- which is a lot.
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Feel Lot Myself Talk
Too many of us have grown up just too early.
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Early Growth Myself Yourself
If not love, then we have to survive it.
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Love Survive
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
I want to know the 2 am you because my love we all are different when we are at war under the sun.
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Different Love Sun War Yourself
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
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
My god! this love it will make a fool out of us all.
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All Fool God Love
For once I wanna look back and not sigh.
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Life Myself Once Sigh
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 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
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
So, what ruined you? -hope.
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Hope Ruin Yourself

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