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How do you tell the ones you love that you're happier without them?

and how do you live with that

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I'm bad at breaking habits. It took years to stop biting my nails, Months before I started sleeping again, Weeks to find the will to eat, And a lifetime to stop running back To you. I'm bad at breaking habits. They always end up breaking me instead.

-s.h

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Peace is a beautiful thing. I don't mean peace as in the opposite of war, although that's great too. I mean peace within yourself. Three months ago I was bitter and angry at the world, and now, barely anything bothers me. I found my people, found my purpose, found a reason to be happy. So I guess in a way, this peace is the end of a war. I'm not fighting myself anymore.

s.h

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"Embers" -s.h

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I’ll keep telling myself I don’t love you but we both know the truth.

we’ve kept it quiet for this long

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“Sandpaper” -s.h

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Yet it always seems to end up this way. We say things we do not mean, do things we said we would not, and become the very people we ran away from.

and somehow I still love you -s.h

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I learned to love all the parts of me you did not want.

and I’m so much better for it

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"Winter Jackpot" -s.h

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"11:11" -s.h

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"The Last Petal" -s.h

Fresh from the gardens, the winter rose came

Blissfully pure, its innocence to blame

Budding from the ground with its darkened red glow

The color of blood, pricking petals of its own

  With thorns entwined around it, the piercing frost could not bite

The rose stood alone against the darkening light

Taller it grew, the strongest of them all

Then

Winter blizzards hit, causing winter’s wilted fall.

  One by one, the petals hit the ground silently

Thorns, deadly daggers, ripped apart the blackened leaves

Chilly winds blew apart the fragile fragments of the flower

Chilling whispers of the storm still echo, growing louder

  The last petal stood weeping, crumpled in the snow

Red against white, bruises against blows

Hail and sleet passed and spring brought new day

The last storm, the last memory, the last petal washed away.

-s.h

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"My Broken Umbrella" -s.h

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"Love Me Not" -s.h

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“#7” - s.h

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"The Chase" -s.h