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I am a phoenix living in a culture of vultures.

Stephanie Briar

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Trauma has deep roots indeed, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t pull the weeds.
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Deep Self Love Trauma Yourself
Stop accepting abstract noun love. Real love is always action verb.
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In the absence of you I look to the moon and pray that the stars light my way, too.
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Poetry? That’s easy. I just cut the vein, and let it bleed.
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The search for external sources is nothing compared to internal forces.
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We usually seek the divine in the sky, But religion is best found on the ground. Nature is our true creator.
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Anxiety is living with an apple on your head and you imagine that everyone you know stands watching with a bow to shoot an arrow at it.
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Light finds you just as I once did: an accident that is no accident.
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I was looking for you in all the places our love used to be. When all along I should have been looking for me.
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Lost Love Myself Place Relationship Seek Yourself
You could not keep me fed by throwing me bones and empty promises. I am ashamed to admit how much starving I did before I finally left.
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In my dreams you conjure me like a spell in the night. Let us haunt one another with uneasy peace, and die burning alive.
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Alive Burn Death Dreams Easy Haunt Myself Night Peace
It quietly stops my breath to realize that my greatest grand gesture, my last, best act of love was to let you go.
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Love me until oblivion paints your portraits on my eyelids, sinking by eons into distance that never separates us.
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Our memories lurch to a reluctant halt in their funeral march, so I can pour salt over them one last time.
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Emotion = Energy in motion.
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We weren’t written in the stars; all that glitters wasn’t ours.
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Ourselves Stars Writing

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