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Lately it seems like I am constantly going through the same battle in my mind, And it all comes down to whether or not I need to let you go, or hold on and still believing that one day you will be mine.
it took him by surprise loving her was unlike any hollyood film or book he had read there was no fire in his belly when he saw her across the bar he didn't feel the urge to take her home and rip off her sweater
When the flowers claw their way out of the barren ground And bloom into the blue of your eyes Will I be reminded of you   I remember the day I first saw you A statue, mourning the loss 
Ikaw at ako, paano ko ba ito sisimulang isasalaysay? Sa yugto ba na kung saan tayong dalawa ay nagmamahalan? Sa yugto ba na kung saan may lamat ng namagitan?
It's the color that warms her face, The color that gives her so much grace. It's the color of her feet standing in the cold, The color that makes her feel oh so bold.
In the deepest part of my deadly diary The part where you don’t even write ‘dear diary’ Rather an anonymous date perhaps as proper proof of ‘here I am’
Because I love you I relinquish my heart's repel I succumb to your tenderness my mind under your spell   Because I love you my heart once ice, now is fire once mummified, now released
the apple: crisp, green, ripe with poison. the maiden - skin white as milk, lips red as wine - takes one bite. the old woman, beaming with anticipation, begins to frown as she sees the maiden is still standing, breathing, and smiling.
Once a upon a time, There was a girl named Cinderella who was poor. Her cruel stepsisters and stepmother Made her do all the chores.  
The fight is over. I’m sinking like a stone before the tide. The Heroes have gone The fight is over But still the beckoned rhythms of your voice call my name.
The sky was self-conscious- she'd always been She'd change her form just to fit in She'd keep her head way up in the clouds So no one could see the scars she hid Because nobody knew that the sky was sick
Lost in the world of doubt, I was worthless until you came around.  It's funny cause I get a lot of looks, but the one coming from you means the most.  My confidence was down a notch, I needed that extra boost and you're the drug We bonded like yi
trees don't have feelings  he said as he drew the knife  across the rough bark   and the clear sticky sap    ran down  and bleed out.     she watches silently  
The longest journey Is finding joy. And it's hard to find In one certain boy. To use a cliche, He's been through hell, And things aren't going To turn out well. Everything is a trigger,
A shadow of conches talks to me,
I don't know why you wear a mask,
I wish to take her atop a lighthouse,
I lived a love story, that wasn't a love story, but was a love story. And it cannot be unwritten, although it's only half written, and that's what I don't like.
One noon, my friends pranked you, Pretending like they always do. They texted that I want us to meet, Even if I don't want to greet.
Once I was in love, To the person who I thought, for me, was enough. He was funny and tall, Courteous and all. He makes those crazy jokes, But gentleman the most.
Under the oaks, under the maples, under the pine, under the rowan, sat a crumbling, weathering pile of broken stone. No king would have one stone for his castle
She used to be beautiful. The kind of beauty that Really mattered- A kind soul, Self-worth found in every moment And the courage to stand up for those who can’t defend themselves,
While living in a refugee community for fourteen years, I saw many issues that needed to be fixed to make a better world. Many students weren't even allowed to be at school, and many those allowed, didn’t want to go to school.
The day we met. It was simply just a bet. But, I was like what the heck. I didn't it expect it to be this great. His hair was just so straight. I just wanted one date. I'd hate to lose this chance.
I write because I’m a bird underwater my feathers yearning for the day they become gills my wings learning to swim since the day that I learned the human race kills and then rebuilds their cities with the bodies
Days come and go
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