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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.

Aletheia Liola

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 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
Contemplation; intrinsic. I am aligned perception. A, perfected plan. I am ferocious and tranquil. Rising. Pain to power. Alchemic. Energising
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Align Contemplation Ferocious Pain Perfection Power
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
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
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
After the flood, the colors were brightened demand tears of pain to feel so enlightened. Lassoed hope from the clouds that caused it to rain, divine intervention to feel love again.
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Bright Cloud Color Divine Enlightenment Feeling Flood Hard Time Love Pain Rain
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
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
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
Trust insinuates that the human race is unfailing, faultless, flawless, and perfect.
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Flaws Human Perfection Race Trust
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
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
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
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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Fathom Inspirational Pain Story Wisdom Wound
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

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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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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