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Her dreams were akin to the vastness within.

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It always comes back to you, when I turn away you’re in my rear view; life twists and turns arriving at pastures new, but still it always comes back to you.
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Arrival Life Relationship Return Yourself
We’re just so inevitable, you’re woven within my souls call, see it doesn’t matter if we fly or fall, for your hearts entwined within me despite it all.
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Call Fall Fly Forever Heart Love Relationship Soul Yourself
Her emotions no longer scared her, and she was declared free.
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Emotion Freedom Herself Scare
She’s afraid of losing love, not realizing she’s the universe.
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Afraid Herself Lose Love Realization Universe
They had different minds but their hearts were aligned and their souls entwined; for they were two of a kind.
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Different Heart Kind Mindset Relationship
Her dreams were akin to the vastness within.
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Dreams Herself Spirituality Universe
Why is it so difficult to simply be, to look around the room and just be free; why do I feel a need to add something to me, when I’m the consciousness that holds every key.
LUCY MARY BALL

Consciousness Difficult Freedom Hold Key Need Room Simplicity
Healing isn’t about changing who you are, for its a coming of home from which you’ve wandered far.
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Change Healing Home Wander Yourself
The waves of life arrive in rhythms, the tide goes in and out the moon shines in prisms; see its natural to feel the ups and downs for you’re life itself hidden or found.
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Arrival Finding Hide Life Prism Rhythm Shine
In this moment I am me, as much as I’m ever going to be; I’m not a memory that can no longer be seen, for I am the seer that always has been.
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Memories Moments Myself See Sight
She nursed her wounds, softly holding space, breathing love into pain, until it turned into grace.
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Breathe Grace Herself Hold Pain Self Love Soft Space Wound
She sidestepped her mind to breathe in the new day, and ask for her heart to show her the way.
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Breathe Day Heart Herself Intuition Mindset
What do I say the mind is pulling me away, when my beingness has always been here to stay.
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Mindset Myself Spiritual Stay
Perspective isn’t clear in the midst of storms, for its signal is distorted whilst its being transformed.
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Clear Perspective Signal Storm Transformation
Sometimes what’s needed is gentle truths; a soak in pure feelings that honor the real you.
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Feeling Gentle Need Purity Reality Respect Time Truth Yourself
She felt uninspired dull and unfired, she craved newness to be clueless; something wild.
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Crave Feeling Fire Herself Wild

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