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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.

Lucy Mary Ball

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
I love those moments that you know you’re going to miss, and you breathe in every inch to try and bottle up its bliss.
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Bliss Breathe Love Missing Moments Myself
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
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.
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Heart Herself Love Pieces Scars Start Time
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
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
When all is said and done, the moon still shines with the sun.
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Forever Moon Shine Sun
Sometimes she pleaded with life, only to find out that she was begging for her very essence; for she is life itself.
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Essence Finding Herself Life Time
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
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 felt uninspired dull and unfired, she craved newness to be clueless; something wild.
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Crave Feeling Fire Herself Wild
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
The most painful times reap the deepest transformations.
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Hard Time Pain Transformation
Setbacks only unveiled the depth of her commitment to her dreams.
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Commitment Dreams Herself
Find a home in your heart in the part that stays, the love that powers through you and your soul bright rays.
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Bright Heart Home Love Power Ray Soul Stay
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

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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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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