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Perfection in imperfection. Someone whose flaws work well with yours.

Nikita Gill

Forgive her for how her agony reveals itself, child. This is how blood magic works. Unconditional never meant perfect anyway.
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Agony Forgiveness Herself Perfection Reveal
A clever woman is more lethal than a freshly crafted magic wand, and that is why she is fear.
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Fear Herself Lethal Magic Woman
A wound left unhealed is bound to open again. That’s just what being human is.
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Healing Human Open Wound
I am so hungry for someone to love me.
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Hungry Love Myself
The world is not allowed to make a meal of you, girl. It is there for your consuming.
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Allow Consume World Yourself
Grief makes unlikely warriors out of us all.
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Grief Ourselves Warrior
In a cave where everything is fragranced with water, she asks for a daughter instead of praying for a son.
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Born Cave Daughter Herself Prayer Time Water
Softer memories once lived there. Where there is now burning. Where there is now blood.
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Blood Burn Live Memories Soft
Did the girl choose magic, or does magic choose the girl?
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Choice Girl Magic Yourself
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
But the universe never promised you this would be easy. After all, you are the hero here.
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Easy Hero Promise Universe Yourself
Knowledge after all is a dark art, full to the brim with liberty, a trembling, malleable power.
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Art Darkness Knowledge Liberty Power
I lost a God once.
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God Lost Myself
Everyone you love is slowly dying and if you choose not to love them right they will die without knowing.
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Choice Death Known Love Yourself
Perhaps magic is in the habit of choosing sharp-eyed girls who ask too many questions for their own good. Perhaps it chooses girls who are not unloved, but not fully loved either.
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Choice Eyes Habit Herself Love Magic Question
When I set out to find my father, I was not being brave. I was acting out of fear or losing the only parent I ever had. They may want you to believe I was simple being brave, but anxiety makes more heroes than history would care to repeat.
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Anxiety Believe Care Family Father Fear Finding Hero History Lose Repeat Simplicity

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