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The girl she’d always wished to be, was reflecting back to her soul’s poetry.

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What do I say the mind is pulling me away, when my beingness has always been here to stay.
LUCY MARY BALL

Mindset Myself Spiritual Stay
Her dreams were akin to the vastness within.
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Dreams Herself Spirituality Universe
She realized she was lonely for herself, for she missed the taste of oneness and the way connection felt.
LUCY MARY BALL

Connection Feeling Herself Realization Taste Way
She was aching to reach the stars, to feel the magic within her heart.
LUCY MARY BALL

Ache Feeling Heart Herself Magic Reach Stars
She wants to live in trust; knowing that the right particles are colliding, in the most divinely timed timing.
LUCY MARY BALL

Divine Live Particle Right Time Trust
Love is free, and so is she, for she is love, so she has its key. Love is free, its you and its me, for love beams through, when we simply be.
LUCY MARY BALL

Freedom Herself Key Love Simplicity
They had different minds but their hearts were aligned and their souls entwined; for they were two of a kind.
LUCY MARY BALL

Different Heart Kind Mindset Relationship
Every moment of presence is a moment of soul; the portal in which true tales are told and hearts desires unfold.
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Desire Heart Moments Presence Soul True
I’ve always been right here buried under the rubble of fear; I simply forgot how near I’ve always been to the heart that holds love dear.
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Bury Fear Heart Hold Love Myself Right
Responding differently to the same situations is that brings about transformation.
LUCY MARY BALL

Different Respond Situation Transformation
Healing isn’t about changing who you are, for its a coming of home from which you’ve wandered far.
LUCY MARY BALL

Change Healing Home Wander Yourself
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
Her emotions no longer scared her, and she was declared free.
LUCY MARY BALL

Emotion Freedom Herself Scare
It took her years to release the scars that covered her heart, and the final puzzle piece was realizing she’d been love from the start.
LUCY MARY BALL

Heart Herself Love Pieces Scars Start Time
She felt uninspired dull and unfired, she craved newness to be clueless; something wild.
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Crave Feeling Fire Herself Wild
Love wins, for it is true; see love is the essence, the purity within you.
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Essence Love Purity See True Win Yourself

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