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She was a beautiful dreamer. The kind of girl, who kept her head in the clouds, loved above the stars and left regret beneath the earth she walked on.
Death is the easy part, the hard part is living and knowing you could be so much more then you’re willing to be.
Sometimes to self-discover you must self-destruct.
Sometimes the most beautiful people are beautifully broken.
Somewhere along the way we all go a bit mad. So burn, let go and dive into the horror, because maybe it’s the chaos which helps us find where we belong.
A tamed woman will never leave her mark in the world.
The best kind of humans are the ones who stay.
She was broken, I think it’s because she loved too much and she was always blind to the fact that love too is sometimes broken.
It’s funny, for all it took was a broken heart and that alone was enough, enough for her to do everything she ever dreamed of.
If I lived a million lives, I would've felt a million feelings and I still would've fallen a million times for you.
Suddenly, everything was beautiful. The way she viewed the world was nothing more but a reflection of herself.
Society will always be too fragile to accept us for all that makes us beautiful.
Madness and chaos are self-destructing but over thinking is the suicide.
I had to learn to live without you and I couldn't make sense of it, because I left so much of me inside of you.
She was broken from moment to moment, watching her world collide she felt lost inside herself. She fell apart for a passion that flamed beneath her. She waited and died a hundred times, it dripped from her pores. The moment she let go, she soared over the stillness like the star she was born to be.
It was never about the world being too big, it was more like she was too much for the world to handle.
You’re not a bad person, you’re just a little bit different and I’m a sucker for that.
Maybe love was meant to save us from ourselves.
We swallowed the chaos because we knew we didn't want to be ordinary.
But dear, don’t be afraid of love it’s only magic.
Maybe I hope too much. Maybe I dream too much or maybe I love too much to just give up on you.
She needed the chaos within her in order to discover the extraordinary no man could ever reach.
She wildly burned for the one she loved and he stood there watching, hoping he too would catch a blaze from the violence stirring in her heart.
Its dark and I’m reading my scars because our moments remind me of where I should be.
I know how you feel because I’ve been there too. I’ve hated and I’ve loved. I’ve seen my demons root and crawl and my angels branch and soar. I've died within myself and lived a thousand different lives. I too fight the same war and I too am drowning in the puddles of self-consciousness this world created.
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