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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

Learn it well. Wear your hair wild, embrace your anger and learn to wield it without fear as a sword against those who hurt you.
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Fear Hairs Hurt Learning Wild Yourself
Love someone who is kinder to you than you are to yourself.
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Kind Love Yourself
The woman who tames fires and snakes and savours bones.
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Bone Eat Fire Power Tame Woman
You are damaged and broken and unhinged. But so are shooting stars and comets.
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Break Damage Stars Yourself
It happens suddenly. One day, your parents don’t pick you up any more.
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Grow Up Parents Suddenly Yourself
Every time a man takes from a woman’s body without her permission, he is disrespecting the womb from which he was born, he is defiling the place that protected him when he was at his most defenseless.
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Born Defense Himself Man Place Time Woman
A story is no small thing.
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One Liner Small Story
Without heartache there are no lessons to gain.
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Gain Heart Broken Lesson
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
The river takes what she wants, does what she desires, and washes over anything that stands in her way.
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Desire Empowerment Herself Inspirational Nature Ocean River Water
The ghosts of all the women you used to be are all so proud of who you have become, storm child made of wild and flame.
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Flame Ghost Instagram Captions Proud Wild Woman
There is an art in the emptiness of all natural things.
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Art Empty Natural
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 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
A mess of beautiful contradictions make her whole, she wears fire for skin but a storm lives in her soul.
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Beautiful Contradiction Live Soul Storm
Before we had mouths or language or hope, we still had love. I know it’s not much. But my god, it’s beautiful and on so many days it is enough.
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Beautiful Enough God Heart Hope Language

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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