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A part of me died on the battlefield and a part of me was born. Vulnerability shed like peeling skin. Trust from my core was torn. I was caught between a disassembled heart and a young and fearful mind. I made peace with these pieces as I fell apart with the courage that I made mine.

Aletheia Liola

Move from reactionary; seek neutrality. It’s the only way to truly be free.
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Freedom Move Neutral Reaction True
So what do we say to each other is the language of unspoken? The words are sweet; the space is bitter or is this just the them I’ve chosen.
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Choose Each Other Language Space Words
Clutching a burning match, he said “look, and she’ll explode”. Ignored the gas he poured; his match caused my implode.
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Cause Ignorance Pour Relationship
Truth as my armour. My sword as my pen. I’ll do what I will to prevail again. Shining so brightly so they shot me down. Did they not know how hard I would bounce?
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Armor Bounce Inspirational Pen Shine Sword Truth
Why do I see in a world gone blind? I always longed to find the answers, took chances. Asked for the veil to thin. Fault? Mine. Left questioning; my eyes, blessings or curses?
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Blessing Blind Chance Fault World
I think we all long for someone we can be disgustingly honest with, and for them to love us anyway, and stay.
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Honest Human Nature Love
I dragged my pain into the darkness, I carried it into the light – No matter where I choose to take it, This pain refuses to subside. I washed my sins off in the ocean, I prayed all my badness away, Whichever God I choose to worship, I cannot make my soul be saved.
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Bald Carry Darkness Light Ocean Pain Prayer Worship
I compare myself to the leaves; dead, yet dancing in the breeze. Is it meant to hurt this much, falling from the trees?
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Broken Heart Comparison Hurt Myself Pain Tree
Wound to wisdom, pain to power. A seed of grief, now time to flower.
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Flower Grief Healing Inspirational Seeds Time Wisdom Wound
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, they say – Do I see, what is me? Or did his eyes lead me astray?
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Astray Beauty Broken Heart Eyes
Forgiveness for others and yourself too will transform your world into a beautiful view.
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Beautiful Forgiveness Positive Transformation View World
Our interpretations reflect our imperfections. We will always read between the lines, but we decide what we choose to find.
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Choose Decision Finding Imperfection Interpretation Line
The only way I’ll ever choose to taste sweet love again, Is if he tells me, he loves my mind, and the way I use my pen.
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Break Up Love Mind Pen Writing
He always preferred the way my eyes looked after they had cried. I wish he knew how fine they looked once he had said goodbye.
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Break Up Cry Goodbye Relationship
Trust insinuates that the human race is unfailing, faultless, flawless, and perfect.
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Flaws Human Perfection Race Trust
How do we trust others when we can’t even trust ourselves?
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Inspirational Ourselves Trust

A part of me died on the battlefield and a part of me was born. Vulnerability shed like peeling skin. Trust from my core was torn. I was caught between a disassembled heart and a young and fearful mind. I made peace with these pieces as I fell apart with the courage that I made mine.

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A part of me died on the battlefield and a part of me was born. Vulnerability shed like peeling skin. Trust from my core was torn. I was caught between a disassembled heart and a young and fearful mind. I made peace with these pieces as I fell apart with the courage that I made mine.

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