Endless consumption will not make you feel whole suffer, stained items are not good for the soul.
ALETHEIA LIOLAYou only meet someone, as deeply as they’ve met themselves. So do not allow their demons to condemn your soul to hell.
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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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My bloody hands that hold on to faith. Learned that we grow with pain and not age.
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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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Contemplation; intrinsic. I am aligned perception. A, perfected plan. I am ferocious and tranquil. Rising. Pain to power. Alchemic. Energising
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Move from reactionary; seek neutrality. It’s the only way to truly be free.
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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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Wound to wisdom, pain to power. A seed of grief, now time to flower.
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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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