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When I held her, I held her gently so that she always knew she could fly away and I would never harm her or clip her wings.

Nikita Gill

It has taken me some time to learn that although karma exists, you can let your hatred go, not by destroying your own magic but by letting it grow.
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Existence Growth Karma Learning Magic Time
It happens suddenly. One day, your parents don’t pick you up any more.
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Grow Up Parents Suddenly Yourself
I am so hungry for someone to love me.
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Hungry Love Myself
But I was brutal and violent in a way they tell women not to be.
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Brutal Myself Violence Way Woman
Girlhood is confronting the parts of you that you think are too dark for anyone to love.
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Darkness Girl Love Thinking
Grandmothers are a gift not to be taken lightly. So many lose them, before they are old enough to know their magic. I am glad my bones were born with this knowledge.
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Gift Knowledge Light Lose Magic Myself Relationship
Ghosts of the person you used to be are so proud of who you are, they live on inside you applauding you for living on despite your scars.
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Despite Ghost Live Person Praise Proud Scars 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
Every love does not have to be made of desire. Some loves are kept for the people who stand by you through everything. Some soulmates are sisters not lovers. Some loves are for those who give you hope. And some for the strength, for wisdom, for dreams.
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Desire Dreams Hard Time Love People Stand Strength Wisdom
You fell in love with a storm. Did you really think you would get out unscathed?
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Fall In Love Storm Thinking Yourself
If two Gods can love each other with no objection from the divine or the universe, who are mortals to tell other mortals who they can and cannot love?
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Divine Each Other God Love Mortal Objection
The worst story I know is my heart. The best story I know is my heart. Both these truths know how to exist together in ways I never thought I will learn. This is the quietest of victories.
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Best Deep Existence Heart Known Myself Quiet Story Truth Victory Willing Worst
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
How your voice tremors when you speak of loneliness.
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Alone Loneliness Speak Voice Yourself
You smell of death. Everything about is an endless goodbye.
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Bye Death Yourself
Some loves come with an expiration date, like all things that are perishable this kind of loves rot.
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Date Kind Love Rot

When I held her, I held her gently so that she always knew she could fly away and I would never harm her or clip her wings.

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