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Softer memories once lived there. Where there is now burning. Where there is now blood.

Nikita Gill

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
It happens suddenly. One day, your parents don’t pick you up any more.
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Grow Up Parents Suddenly Yourself
All children are born equally innocent, but all children are not born equally loved.
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Born Children Equality Innocent Love Yourself
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.
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Almost Feeling Missing Name Person Time Yourself
Nothing makes her want to be less adventurous or give up her eternal search for something to quench her wanderlust.
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Adventure Give Up Herself Search
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
Tell your daughters how you love your body. Tell them how they must love theirs.
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Body Daughter Love Self Love Yourself
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
And you say you are broken, but broken mirrors like you create the most beautiful patterns of light.
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Beautiful Break Creation Light Mirror Pattern
There is a knowing in her, she hears them say, that makes her untamable. She has known since she was a child that she is observant in a way that makes them uncomfortable.
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Children Herself Known Observation Tame Uncomfortable
I lost a God once.
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God Lost Myself
My Fairy Godmother is my heart sustaining me.
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Heart Myself Sustain
Some people are born with tornadoes in their lives, but constellations in their eyes. Other people are born with stars at their feet, but their souls are lost at sea.
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Born Constellation Human Lost Nature People Sea Soul Storm
Our stories don’t begin and end because men we once trusted have left them.
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Beginning End Man Trust
Some girls are full of heartache and poetry and those are the kind of girls who try to save wolves instead of running away from them.
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Heart Broken Kind Poetry Run Save Wolf
You have turned your heart into a museum of people you’ve loved to keep them alive inside you.
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Alive Heart Love Museum Yourself

Softer memories once lived there. Where there is now burning. Where there is now blood.

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