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Even with the antidepressants, the grief seeped through the dangerous cracks in the scaffolding holding me up.

Nikita Gill

Softer memories once lived there. Where there is now burning. Where there is now blood.
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Blood Burn Live Memories Soft
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
Maybe magic ends with me and it will never cross your path, but I want you to remember that survival is an art. The world is falsehood so you rely on your smarts.
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Art Break Up End Magic Smart Survival Yourself
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
I am so afraid of disappointing the people I love, I often forget that I am someone I love too. And I need kindness just as much as I believe the people I love do.
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Afraid Disappointment Love Need People Yourself
The bad new is, what was shattered may never be possible to rebuild. The good new is, what you make in its place will be better than what was destroyed.
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Bad Better Destroy News Place Possible Rebuild
You smell of death. Everything about is an endless goodbye.
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Bye Death Yourself
A shadow is just a shadow until it starts to scare you.
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Fear Scare Shadow Start
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
My darling, he is just a boy. How can he possibly begin to appreciate the constellations you leave in your wake, or the stardust in your bones, when he has yet to realize just what it means to be in love with a girl like you?
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Appreciation Beginning Bone Girl Love Man Possible Praise Realize Relationship Value Woman Yourself
Did the girl choose magic, or does magic choose the girl?
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Choice Girl Magic Yourself
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
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
Burn every memory that does not help you grow. Destruction, too, can be necessary.
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Burn Destruction Memories Necessary
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
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

Even with the antidepressants, the grief seeped through the dangerous cracks in the scaffolding holding me up.

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