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Kiss me like you mean it.
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She tasted like alcohol and mistakes.
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Messy thoughts,
messy hair,
messy life.
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Six floors down,
she regretted it.
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Mirrors don't scare me.
Reflections do.
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I made love.
He just fucked.
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We'll grow old,
just not together.
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You are your own worst fear.
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Because hangovers hurt less than heartache.
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I have mixed drinks about feelings.
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Three words,
but the middle changed.
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Overdoses on anxiety medication.
Dies fearless.
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She danced through fire,
and laughed.
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You are the universe experiencing itself.
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Survivors have scars.
Victims have graves.
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Some names will always taste bitter.
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She's comfortable in her own destruction.
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Two hearts,
one mine,
both yours.
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Where there's darkness,
there are stars.
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Vodka never said, "I hate you."
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A tongue bites harder than teeth.
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The Selected Works Of Pien Pouwels (SAMPLE ONLY)
Poetry"The Selected Works" is the first collection of poetry by Dutch blogger and Wattpad author Pien Pouwels, following an intense personal journey through adolescence.
