The flowers she held
didn't end up in his vase
but rested on her tombstone...

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A heart that begged and pleaded
to be loved
hid in the shadows
the moment
it felt even a flicker of warmth...

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Has the cold and misery
from my heart
begun to spread?

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Sometimes it's not the
light that dims, but
the hope for days without darkness...

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Sometimes, blank pages
hold more emotion than
the ones filled with words...

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— they make you believe
they love you.
But it’s hard to fall out of love
when you truly love them...

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A heart that bleeds
won’t dare to cut—
it knows too well
how deep it hurts...

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The pain of the flickering streetlight —

stuck between wanting to go dark permanently,
and trying its best with
leftover hope to survive and shine...

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and fixes things
that you thought will remain
broken forever...

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made me realize
why you can't expect
others to love you,
when you don't love yourself...

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