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The journey of fire begins, survives and ends with air.

Nikita Gandhi

Sometimes it’s suffocating by being surrounded by happiness and not being able to feel it.
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Happiness Suffocate Surround Time
The believe you carry in yourself is what makes you unbelievable for others.
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Believe Carry Inspirational Self Love Yourself
It’s exhausting stitching the bruises of the past with the one you see your whole life with.
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Hurt Life Past Relationship See Tired Yourself
There is magic in this universe. I don’t know how often do you believe in it, or you do not at all. But if you do not, then this is for you to know, that your very existence is magic in itself.
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Believe Existence Magic Universe Yourself
Stop changing things in a way they are not meant to be.
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Changing Stop Way
Surviving is to overcome a hurting wound living is to see your face each morning.
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Face Hurt Live Morning See Survive Wound
You were drunk in love by the time I was already sober.
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Break Up Drink Love Relationship Time Yourself
I chose myself today, not over you. I can never do that, and you know that well. I just chose the new me over my past self.
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Choice Day Myself Past
You make sunlight doubt its role in winters as you set my body on fire.
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Body Doubt Fire Role Sunshine Winter
If I’m sharing you with myself, I’m daring to share your thirst for warmth, your body and soul, even your mistakes gone wrong.
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Body Dare Mistake Myself Share Soul Thirsty Wrong
We have engaged ourselves so much in the idea of self love, that everyone else appears to be empty shelves.
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Appearance Empty Engagement Ideas Love
You can’t measure, my love for you. I’m a victor. I steal you, from my very own self, every minute every day.
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Love Measurement Myself Steal
The sound of those crickets still drowns me in the summer fantasy.
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Drown Fantasy Myself Sound Summer
You don’t need to wear a strong scent, to make me feel your presence. I can hear your heart calling my name from miles away.
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Call Heart Myself Name Need Perfume Strong
Silent hearts carrying pain quietly are likely to make thunders cry loud.
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Carry Cry Heart Loud Pain Silence
In the story, I was the woman of words, where you couldn’t be a man of actions. At least my words weren’t a lie.
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Action Lying Man Myself Relationship Woman Word

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