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Lies feel like nails on a chalk board scraping down the marror of my spine and truth feels like harmonious melodies gifted from the hands of the divine.

Aletheia Liola

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.
ALETHEIA LIOLA

Break Up Cry Goodbye Relationship
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 dirtied my name with his dark and muddy lies. The earth he left grew flowers for the butterflies & now I thrive.
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Butterfly Flower Lie Mud Overcome
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, they say – Do I see, what is me? Or did his eyes lead me astray?
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Astray Beauty Broken Heart Eyes
Our interpretations reflect our imperfections. We will always read between the lines, but we decide what we choose to find.
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Choose Decision Finding Imperfection Interpretation Line
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
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
We shined a light through our flaws to our internalistic plea. Emphasized the healing that shall set our lost souls free. We were a brief reflection of what we should not be.
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Emphasis Healing Inspirational Light Lost Relection Shine Soul
A part of me died on the battlefield and a part of me was born. Vulnerability shed like peeling skin. Trust from my core was torn. I was caught between a disassembled heart and a young and fearful mind. I made peace with these pieces as I fell apart with the courage that I made mine.
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Battlefied Courage Fear Healing Inspirational Mind Skin Trust Vulnerable Women Empowerment
Wound to wisdom, pain to power. A seed of grief, now time to flower.
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Flower Grief Healing Inspirational Seeds Time Wisdom Wound
The highest love. Highest power. I will let you in. Devour this anguish, I’m harboring, all to you, surrendering.
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Anguish Harbor Love Surrender
I give forgiveness like salt and pepper in a restaurant – Turn my world upside down and it’ll pour out of me, flowing freely, until I’m empty.
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Broken Heart Emptiness Forgiveness Pepper Pour Restaurant Salt World
I think we all long for someone we can be disgustingly honest with, and for them to love us anyway, and stay.
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Honest Human Nature Love
I can feel her resurrecting. The one he thought he had killed. Strength realised in her resting. It was worth all the blood spilled.
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Blood Feeling Kill Realize She Strength Worth
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
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
Truth as my armour. My sword as my pen. I’ll do what I will to prevail again. Shining so brightly so they shot me down. Did they not know how hard I would bounce?
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Armor Bounce Inspirational Pen Shine Sword Truth
I compare myself to the leaves; dead, yet dancing in the breeze. Is it meant to hurt this much, falling from the trees?
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Broken Heart Comparison Hurt Myself Pain Tree
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
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
Don’t let the ugly in others kill the beauty in you. Let it inspire you to conjure a worthwhile view. Observe their darkness-like space in between the stars. Acknowledged, yet dazzled with the bright beauty of ours. Their darkness is worthy of unconditional love. Just give their ugly, mercy.
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Beauty Darkness Inspirational Kill Mercy Observation Positive Space Stars Ugly Unconditional Love Worth
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 think I may be in way over my head. I’ll learn how to breathe underwater instead.
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Breathe Learn Underwater Women Power
Trust is an illusion. A systematically flawed word. A total forgery of a statement. Trust assumes infallibility – without errors, mistakes, or fuck ups.
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Assumement Error Flaws Illusion Mistake Statement Trust
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
Love is easier to carry than hate. So I untangle from my past and realize my fate. Transcend the pain to forgiveness, to nurture my scars. We are what we witness, and we are also stars.
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Fate Hate Love Pain Past Positive Realize Scars Transcend

Lies feel like nails on a chalk board scraping down the marror of my spine and truth feels like harmonious melodies gifted from the hands of the divine.

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