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Remind ourselves that grief may feel longer and more poignant than happiness but it still has an ending.

Nikita Gill

A war is still a war even if it is inside your head, did you know this?
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Known Mental War 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
You can strive to be perfect. Or you can strive to be art.
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Art Instagram Captions Perfection Strive
I wish they could see the tenderness in the way the darkness takes the night’s hand.
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Darkness Hands Night See Tender
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
All the darkness of the night is no match for a single candle that refuses to die out.
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Candle Darkness Death Inspirational Match Night
Forgiveness is easier to give to others than to yourself. But I am slowly learning.
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Easy Forgiveness Learning Slow
The truth is, any hardship is bearable if you have someone to share it.
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Hard Time Share Togetherness Truth
But I was brutal and violent in a way they tell women not to be.
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Brutal Myself Violence Way Woman
Anxious people are resorceful, they need to know how to keep the sea of panic at bay so they do not drown.
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Anxiety Drown Panic People Resource Sea
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
Remember, there are beginnings in endings, through destruction there comes life.
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Beginning Destruction End Life 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
There is a spell for almost anything and if there’s not a spell, there is at least a poem.
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Literature Poem Spell
Sometimes you are going to miss a person who was an almost to you. And feel sad because there is no name for that feeling. You just feel it in a way that makes you tired to your very bones.
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Almost Feeling Missing Time Tired Yourself
The greatest wish I have ever had is to create with words, what wizards cannot and what magic never has.
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Desire Greatness Magic Myself Word

Remind ourselves that grief may feel longer and more poignant than happiness but it still has an ending.

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