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writing is how I deal with the world

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Do you remember the night the moon dropped from the sky? And we ran through the forest to find where it lie, I was tripping on tree roots and slipping on snow, You were holding my hand saying not to let go, When we found it at last there were twigs in our hair, A rose on our cheeks and our breath in the air, And the words to describe it got caught in our throats, As its silver light danced through the threads in our coats, We knew that our eyes had not seen such a view, You were looking at it, I was looking at you.

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Some girls are full of heartache and poetry and those are the kind of girls that try to save wolves instead of running from them.

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As if sensing confusion, his gaze watching. A deep breath, the air was still, the smell overwhelming. Reaching up, one quick step, and then over.

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I have changed. Like a leaf in the brisk autumn air, I am different now than I was then. When we parted ways, my mind was wiped of the wretched fights and sleepless nights. All that was left was your smile. The smile that broke down walls, walls that were as old as time itself. The smile that convinced me that everything was calm, even if I was in the middle of a hurricane. It has been months, but somehow, when I walk amongst the strangers on the street, I think that some possess your face, and that some carry your scent. I am not the same as I was then. You took a pair of young eyes, full of hope for the impending future, and showed them the reality. The reality of love, heartbreak, and hope. Because of this, I have changed.

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