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I love like it’s my curse and my cure.

Too much heart for a world that doesn’t know what to do with it.

I will forever be the problem in their story because i don't let people do whatever they want to me.

I told him about the darkness inside of me and he still looked at me like I was the sun.

I’m not cold, I'm just tired of giving warmth to the wrong people.

I don't regret having a big heart but sometimes i just wonder if it was worth it because in the end it has never worked in my favor.

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Maybe I'll never understand why, and maybe someday I'll stop searching for the answer

"I can turn you into poetry, but I cannot make you love me."

I'm only someone trying to make sense of the mess inside them.

I would rather spend my life watching the birds fly, than waste it wishing I had wings.

I could be happy, but something inside me always yearns for the familiar comfort of sadness.

I let people in, then they leave with pieces of me I'll never get back again.