Evil exists in the shadows of our world and I’m realizing that without the darkness there would be no light. We need both to stay alive.
ALETHEIA LIOLAA 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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Trust assumes loyalty; and loyalty in the true sense of the word, the infinite, devoted kind of loyalty – that kind of loyalty doesn’t exist anymore.
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Sobriety is something I’ll never reach. There’s always another day, another urge to defeat.
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You can find beauty in the darkest of places. Be the light, my love. Bring smiles to their faces.
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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.
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Our interpretations reflect our imperfections. We will always read between the lines, but we decide what we choose to find.
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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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Trust insinuates that the human race is unfailing, faultless, flawless, and perfect.
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My bloody hands that hold on to faith. Learned that we grow with pain and not age.
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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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Cultural identity; warped and changed. Each of you thinks the other is to blame, It’s created this way, yet we all play a role. We could stop it today if we felt the truth in our souls.
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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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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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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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Endless consumption will not make you feel whole suffer, stained items are not good for the soul.
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Perception is the paintbrush. The reality, the canvas. You are the artist. Create purposefully.
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