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

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She wants to live in trust; knowing that the right particles are colliding, in the most divinely timed timing.
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Divine Live Particle Right Time Trust
The sky breathes life into the vastness that is I.
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Breathe Life Myself Sky
She felt uninspired dull and unfired, she craved newness to be clueless; something wild.
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Crave Feeling Fire Herself Wild
Setbacks only unveiled the depth of her commitment to her dreams.
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Commitment Dreams Herself
She’s not free when she’s waiting for something she can’t control, so she ventures inwards making different decisions; searching for the untold.
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Control Decision Different Freedom Search Spiritual
Who is in control, the mind or the soul; is it the changing thoughts the presence despite what rises and falls.
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Change Control Fall Mindset Presence Rise Soul Thinking
Some parts of the journey are about learning to be; unclasping the hands of productivity to set us free.
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Freedom Hands Journey Learning Productivity
When you follow your soul you lose the control, as conditioning falls away the world becomes less loud; but then your soul tribe appear the ones who also vowed, to ensure the depths of their hearts found.
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Appearance Control Deep Follow Friendship Heart Lose Loud Promise Soul Spiritual Tribe Vow
The girl she’d always wished to be, was reflecting back to her soul’s poetry.
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Herself Poetry Reflection Soul Wish Woman
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
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
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
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
It hits me like a train, a hurricane of pain, the type that leaves one breathless whilst imprinting a deep stain; but then by some miracle it slowly fades away again, and I find myself back, forever changed.
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Breathe Change Forever Hard Time Healing Hit Hurricane Leaving Miracle Myself Pain Train
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
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.
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Consciousness Difficult Freedom Hold Key Need Room Simplicity

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