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How many wounds can you convert to wisdom? How much pain to power can you permute and fathom? This is your story; rewrite how it’s written.

Aletheia Liola

Be aware of the judgments that you and others conjure. The words reflect the inner world; the doctrines that you sponsor.
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Aware Conjure Judgment Sponsor Words World
All my trauma grown to thorns, he overlooked it all. Perhaps they caused him to bleed in ways I can’t recall.
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Bleed Broken Heart Thorn Tranuma
Forgiveness for others and yourself too will transform your world into a beautiful view.
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Beautiful Forgiveness Positive Transformation View World
I survived because the fire I have inside me burns brighter than the fire that surrounds me forever thriving with blazing vitality.
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Bright Brn Fire Survive Vital Women Empower Women Power
The only way I’ll ever choose to taste sweet love again, Is if he tells me, he loves my mind, and the way I use my pen.
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Break Up Love Mind Pen Writing
I survived the darkness. Crawled. Clawed. Endured. Untangled lies from truth. This wisdom is my sword.
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Crawl Darkness Endurance Survive Sword Truth Wisdom
Have faith in the fall. Sometimes life knocks us down so that we can discover what resides at the bottom of it all.
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Discover Faith Inspirational Knock Life
I have a habit of seeing through the cloak that they wear to hide what truly resides in their soul. I have a habit of tearing out skeletons from the blackest of closets; although it’s never the goal. I have a habit of forcing others to look in the mirror, at the darkest parts of their soul. And I no longer want to play the role.
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Force Goals Habit Mirror Play Role Skeleton Soul Wear
He always preferred the way my eyes looked after they had cried. I wish he knew how fine they looked once he had said goodbye.
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Break Up Cry Goodbye Relationship
Perception is the paintbrush. The reality, the canvas. You are the artist. Create purposefully.
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Artist Canvas Creation Inspirational Paint Perception Purpose Reality
So what do we say to each other is the language of unspoken? The words are sweet; the space is bitter or is this just the them I’ve chosen.
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Choose Each Other Language Space Words
My bloody hands that hold on to faith. Learned that we grow with pain and not age.
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Age Faith Learning Pain
I dragged my pain into the darkness, I carried it into the light – No matter where I choose to take it, This pain refuses to subside. I washed my sins off in the ocean, I prayed all my badness away, Whichever God I choose to worship, I cannot make my soul be saved.
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Bald Carry Darkness Light Ocean Pain Prayer Worship
She’ll find peace in the solitude, in the depths of the well. The darkness alludes to how far she fell. And perhaps, the view is better from way down afar, It keeps the water still In her reservoir.
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Darkness Healing Peace Perhaps She Solitude
My core; shook and rumbled. My being; awakened, humbled. My psyche; aligned, revives. My flesh; survived and thrives. This moment. The presence. A gift. Breathe. Smile. Be happy. Exist. Exhale. Relax. Surrender. Inspire. Inhale. Trust. Love. Respire.
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Awakened Core Love Moments
Endless consumption will not make you feel whole suffer, stained items are not good for the soul.
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Consumption Feeling Peace Soul Stain Suffering

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