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Pain is physical It is counter productive to love, a conclusion in the mental When Pain refuses to try again, Love breaks the deadlock When Pain instigates the feud between man and fear, Love encourages boldness  
Dear future self: I am you from the past. That's an odd thought; Right now, as I write this, I am in my prime.  I am the best I have ever been But I am only a version of you.
I find you all so funny. How easy you can play with my heart. I’ve been through so many boys. Not sex but experiencing what it truly means to love someone. You all lie. Perhaps it’s my fault.
I find you all so funny. How easy you can play with my heart. I’ve been through so many boys. Not sex but experiencing what it truly means to love someone. You all lie. Perhaps it’s my fault.
To be honest with yourself is not something that is simple To expose yourself to uncomfortable realities that may clash with your engrained views To allow yourself to be vulnerable to the questions
Hello butterfly, What's brought you here to me? It must have been my emptiness, For I'm alone, you see. I live my days in darkness,
We call ourselves kings in all that we do, in all that we say, We call ourselves warriors, rebels against the tyranny of Life, against the slithering hand of injustice, Yet,
The coldness you would put me through would make me appreciate the warmth you straightened me with You thought i would bend You thought i would yearn for your approval as i did as a child
She wasthend of girl that believed in true love she believes in fairytales she wanted to believe that was enough she wanted to get out of this jail   She wasn't pretty she was magical
Don't forget to take your medicine; because I love you. Talk to me about how you're feeling; because I love you. Are you having a rough day? I promise you'll be okay. Just lay with me for now. Because I love you.  
It’s been a long time coming But we’re finally okay We know we deserved this sooner But we’ll take what we can get   But just as all the pieces seem to fall right into place
When I was 4, I spoke with a stutter.  My parents were concerned- I, I, I, didn't know I spoke the way I did.  When I, I, I, was 8, my stutter went away.  No, it did not vanish, it made a home in my brain. 
I have this friend, She's super nice but she is really racist. I have this friend, He's so good-looking but he just a little sharper than the floor I'm standing on (if you know what I mean) I have this friend,
this is not romance, she thinks  she sees the world in its barest form learning all of its secrets and nuances and believing that  in essence  everything  truly  was black and white
If you’ll take my hand,
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