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Even the day must let go of the sun and allow the light to disappear, so the darkness can live for a while. The only way out of grief is through it.

Nikita Gill

There are graveyards inside you made of people that made you ache, made of memories that you barely survived made of trauma and heartbreak. These graveyards need to become gardens where you plant flowers that blossom, for you to let go.
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Flower Garden Graveyard Heart Broken Let Go Need Plant Trauma Yourself
Become fluent in the language of letting go. Learn to give people up before they hurt you beyond repair.
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Beyond Children Fluent Hurt Language
She’s a woman in love and is loved in return. That is a powerful thing.
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Herself Love Powerful Woman
I am so hungry for someone to love me.
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Hungry Love Myself
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
Grief makes unlikely warriors out of us all.
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Grief Ourselves Warrior
Remind ourselves that grief may feel longer and more poignant than happiness but it still has an ending.
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End Feeling Grief Happiness Reminder
It’s how I learn there are a multitude of ways to say I love you. For so many you don’t have to use words at all.
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Learning Myself Way Word
You become the thing that hurts you until it can hurt you no more.
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Deep Hurt Yourself
My Fairy Godmother is my heart sustaining me.
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Heart Myself Sustain
What do you do when you see a love so pure, so completely unwavering other than bow to it?
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Bow Complete Love Pure See
When no one aids you, you build your own legs.
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Build Help Independent Legs Yourself
No one told me love could be a God of both living and dying. That girls who love girls do not just drown, they also float.
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Death Drown Float God Live Love
I used to only pick up a pen for myself but now I pick one up for you too. Is there such a thing as an unselfish love poem? I don’t know, but I’m trying.
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Love Myself Poem Poet Selfish Try Writing
As leaves cover the forest floor in a carpet of vibrant rusts, orange and gold, autumn proves that sometimes death too can be a beautiful thing.
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Autumn Beautiful Death Floor Forest Leave
The rose is not everyone’s favorite flower, but that does not make it any less beautiful. There is a lesson for all of us in that.
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Beautiful Favorite Lesson Ourselves Rose

Even the day must let go of the sun and allow the light to disappear, so the darkness can live for a while. The only way out of grief is through it.

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Even the day must let go of the sun and allow the light to disappear, so the darkness can live for a while. The only way out of grief is through it.

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