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Some loves come with an expiration date, like all things that are perishable this kind of loves rot.

Nikita Gill

Love yourself loudly, dangerously, everywhere people have been afraid to love you, afraid to ask the way to cherish you, afraid to hold you. Love yourself most in these places, because who can be a better teacher to others in how to love you than yourself.
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Better Cherish Dangerous Hold Loud Love Place Teacher Yourself
You are not an open wound, they just want you to think you are.
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Open Thinking Wound Yourself
Did the girl choose magic, or does magic choose the girl?
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Choice Girl Magic Yourself
Bathe with ice-cold water of the ocean just to feel something again.
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Bath Feeling Ocean
You fell in love with a storm. Did you really think you would get out unscathed?
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Fall In Love Storm Thinking 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
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
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
Some things are beautiful, but they are beautiful in the way of the sun. If you fly too close, they will melt your wings and send you plummeting into the sea.
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Beautiful Fly Sea Sun Way Wings Yourself
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
Let it hurt. Let it bleed. Let it heal. And let it go.
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Blood Healing Hurt Let Go
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
Our stories don’t begin and end because men we once trusted have left them.
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Beginning End Man Trust
Heroes are never born fearless. They become heroes by facing their fears, by meeting them head on and saying, ‘You do not control me, or own me anymore.
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Born Control Face Fear Hero Yourself
You need not fear the wolves you hide in your soul. They were made not to hurt you, but to protect you against this world.
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Fear Hurt Protection Wolf World Yourself
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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Some loves come with an expiration date, like all things that are perishable this kind of loves rot.

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