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How your voice tremors when you speak of loneliness.

Nikita Gill

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
Grief makes unlikely warriors out of us all.
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Grief Ourselves Warrior
I hope you summon your courage and you invite your demons to tea, and you learn to listen to all their stories.
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Courage Hope Invitation Listening Myself Story
Survival is ugly. Healing is messy. Self-love is complicated.
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Complication Healing Messy Survival Ugly
Every woman is both match and spark, a light for each other from the dark.
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Darkness Light Match Spark Woman
I hope our daughters are born with so much fire in their souls, they could put volcanoes and stars to shame.
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Born Daughter Fire Hope Myself Ourselves Shame Soul Stars
The truth is, any hardship is bearable if you have someone to share it.
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Hard Time Share Togetherness Truth
All he knew was chaos and this mortal world was obsessed with order
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Chaos Known Mortal Order
I hope you find someone who knows how to love you when you are sad.
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Finding Hope Known Love Relationship Sad Yourself
Without heartache there are no lessons to gain.
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Gain Heart Broken Lesson
You smell of death. Everything about is an endless goodbye.
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Bye Death Yourself
A clever woman is more lethal than a freshly crafted magic wand, and that is why she is fear.
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Fear Herself Lethal Magic Woman
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
When I was a little girl, I had a friend and sometimes I wondered if he was born on the day the Titanic sank.
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Born Day Friendship Myself Wonder
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
And darling, I hope your remember to kiss the ghosts goodnight. They are only older versions of you that you have had to discard and forget.
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Forget Ghost Hope Kiss Remember Yourself

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