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Our stories don’t begin and end because men we once trusted have left them.

Nikita Gill

Girls like her were born in a storm. They have lightning in their souls. Thunder in their hearts. And chaos in their bones.
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Bone Born Chaos Heart Lightening Soul Storm Thunder
Lies are often truth-shaped. They’re only containers you must turn inside out and shake till the truth tumbles out, wide eyed and confused, blinking in a light it never thought it would see.
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Blink Confusion Eyes Lying See Truth
The deepest love you can ever have is the love you have for yourself.
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Self Love Yourself
You are not an open wound, they just want you to think you are.
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Open Thinking Wound Yourself
Let it hurt. Let it bleed. Let it heal. And let it go.
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Blood Healing Hurt Let Go
When I was a little girl, I had a friend and sometimes I wondered if he was born on the day the Titanic sank.
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Born Day Friendship Myself Wonder
Perhaps he should have paid attention to the snakes coiled inside me waiting to strike.
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Attention Inspirational Motivational Pay Snake Strike
Her mother told her she could grow up to be anything she wanted be, so she grew up to become the strongest of the strong, the strangest of the strange, the wildest of the wild, the wolf leading wolves.
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Empowerment Growth Herself Leadership Mom Power Strange Strong Weird Wild Wolf
People are going to betray you the way Judas betrayed Jesus, the way Brutus betrayed Caesar, and you will love them anyway.
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Betrayal Love People Willing Yourself
I wonder how I have carried so many regrets without even realising they were there.
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Carry Myself Realize Regret
Only the brave and the broken are kind in this world.
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Brave Break Deep Kind World
Why be a half-finished poem in some forgotten poet’s story, when one can be an odyssey in and of herself, part magic, part villain, part Goddess, part lover.
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Lover Poem Poet Self Love Story Yourself
They kept trying to make me less angry, but I refuse to surrender my rage.
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Angry Myself Rage Refuse Surrender
The woman who tames fires and snakes and savours bones.
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Bone Eat Fire Power Tame Woman
Everyone has forgotten that Lucifer was beautiful too and God’s favorite till he fell.
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Devil Fall Forget God Himself Lost
Nothing makes her want to be less adventurous or give up her eternal search for something to quench her wanderlust.
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Adventure Give Up Herself Search

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