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Clutching a burning match, he said “look, and she’ll explode”. Ignored the gas he poured; his match caused my implode.

Aletheia Liola

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
The child within; raised voice; fast heart; flinches. Flight response, with an attitude and broken hinges. The child within; tiptoes; eggshells. Heaven; hell. Still, she finds a quiet place, safe and tranquil; dwell.
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Attitude Broken Heart Children Dwell Fight Raise Response Voice
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
Abstruse spite bleeds from their mouth. I hear the venom, It’s screaming so loud, And yet so benign Reaction, not roused Their “nasty”, so nice The beast lost its shroud.
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Beasr Bleed Lost Reaction Scream Venom
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
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
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
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
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
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 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
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
Move from reactionary; seek neutrality. It’s the only way to truly be free.
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Freedom Move Neutral Reaction True
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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Infinite Loyalty Trust
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

Clutching a burning match, he said “look, and she’ll explode”. Ignored the gas he poured; his match caused my implode.

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