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Ive called my beauty out loud only to be laughed at. Them, who called themselves friends just stand there frozen as they hear my confidence bravely stand in front of them . Tell me how am I supposed to believe in the beauty that some call I have if those claiming closeness gasp at the sound of my expression. It so pains me, dearly. I do not believe in beauty or my beauty for that…

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...and for the first time I couldn't feel you. I couldn't feel you anymore, yet you remained in me like a part of my soul now not separated, but as my own. That's why the feeling stopped the everlasting longing for you to remain by my side because I finally understood we were never apart and we were close we are one — Willow, One

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sometimes you can’t even fake it

it’s just over and there’s just dust left

and nothing can be built on sand

it won’t last

it’s over now

—Willow

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the sun and her flowers

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at times there’s a lot of pain stuck inside and nothing can seem to make it come out, until one day, you find the perfect moment to reminisce and let the ocean within roar at the cost of even your own body, you don’t care how you end up looking to the world... You just wish the storm breaks everything and helps you start again, but sometimes those old trees and houses, their pieces are carried back to shore and you just do it all over again. The rebuilding, the storm destroying everything at its pace...never ending...just waiting to repeat again... and that is love ▬Willow

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What is forever, if not the promise of a tomorrow that's never coming

Willow, Hopelesness

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sometimes, there's feelings so strong they make your throat close, your heart slowly crumble and your stomach resemble an empty black color...you just feel sick. Without explanation the memories of it all just hurt to your own physical detriment. Your body responding helping everything feel real, more than it ever was. Just from a photo, a sign of a text message, their name...seeing someone carrying their eyes, their strength, their smile or even their scent. It just hurts without emotion and it hurts with all your body's pain because it's been hidden away, far too long...for you to even bare anymore

Willow, Memories

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Don’t avoid me If you want me enough Just say you’re sorry Then we could be together, love Please don’t ignore me I’m scared and lost without your soul, but I just can’t do this on my own -Wilow

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It lingers, yet it dissipates. Just as fast as the wind blows on a summer afternoon and it hurts. Even when a few months have past, they become so present as if they were part of today; damming me to relieve that cruel moment. I try to escape it, but it comes back just like the memories of a blissful summer afternoon. They carry me back to the first time. One day...I'll forget. How long would it take I wonder though for real love to stay buried. A mistake, to bury a feeling so strong in the sand knowing the sea will slowly reveal it for everyone to see, making it impossible to avoid. "I have to face this" —  I tell myself all the time, but the shadows of my own pain, they crush me, weaken my already fragile complexion. The memories forever looping and repeating themselves to remind me of the pain that it is to love fully and being loved truly, but simply having fate decide for us with that decision being you and I are not. —Willow, Of summer

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I couldn’t wait for you to save me all the time, but you’re not a hero or at least…not mine.

—Willow

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Crawling, slowly creeping in. A thief in the night waiting to take me. Stealing everything I had. Leaving me behind when getting what they wanted, the scent that stays behind poisoning everyone around. No one is left after that. Intoxicated by the love they had

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Feel my skin as it withers away in your hands and the cold of your breath freezes my soul. You leave me bare when you kiss me. Is this...What is this? If all I feel is how you break me inside whenever you get closer. I don't want it anymore. All the promises are gone. They fade away with the scent of the air of spring blooming, then comes winter finally leaving, but it doesn't seem like in the movies. There's no hope when all you do is missing. Waiting. Longing...but nothing comes of standing over a cliff and staring right down at the sea. What if I jumped would you tell me what you meant when you said you couldn't live if I went on...We would've said it all, but we chose to dim our voices in the quiet of the night and now this decision bothers and lingers. Was it really our fault or did fate string us along?

Willow

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Don't look at me when you're not staying for long. Leave me alone and let me go. You hurt to the core. It's your love that hurts most...

Willow

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“Someone can be madly in love with you and still not be ready. They can love you in a way you have never been loved and still not join you on the bridge. And whatever their reasons you must leave. Because you never ever have to inspire anyone to meet you on the bridge. You never ever have to convince someone to do the work to be ready. There is more extraordinary love, more love that you have never seen, out here in this wide and wild universe. And there is the love that will be ready.”

— Nayyirah Waheed

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