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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.

Aletheia Liola

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
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 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
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
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
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
My mother used to say “Don’t put off until tomorrow what you can do today” I say What can you do today to make the world a better place?
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Change Future Inspirational Place World
Sobriety is something I’ll never reach. There’s always another day, another urge to defeat.
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Deep Defeat Sobriety Urge
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
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
Only after you have fallen to the pits of despair, can you fly to the horizon of hope.
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Despair Fly Hope Inspirational
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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Blame Change Creation Culture Identity Soul Thinking Truth
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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Broken Heart Divine Harmony Lie Melody
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
She’ll find peace in the solitude, in the depths of the well. The darkness alludes to how far she fell. And perhaps, the view is better from way down afar, It keeps the water still In her reservoir.
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Darkness Healing Peace Perhaps She Solitude
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

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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