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Only the brave and the broken are kind in this world.

Nikita Gill

The rose is not everyone’s favorite flower, but that does not make it any less beautiful. There is a lesson for all of us in that.
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Beautiful Favorite Lesson Ourselves Rose
She didn’t just wait for someone to come and rescue her from her discontent and strife, instead she took matters into her own hands and empowered her own future, her own life.
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Empowerment Hands Herself Life Rescue
All he knew was chaos and this mortal world was obsessed with order
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Chaos Known Mortal Order
The woman who tames fires and snakes and savours bones.
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Bone Eat Fire Power Tame Woman
Her mother told her she could grow up to be anything she wanted be, so she grew up to become the strongest of the strong, the strangest of the strange, the wildest of the wild, the wolf leading wolves.
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Empowerment Growth Herself Leadership Mom Power Strange Strong Weird Wild Wolf
No one told me love could be a God of both living and dying. That girls who love girls do not just drown, they also float.
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Death Float God Love
A mess of beautiful contradictions make her whole, she wears fire for skin but a storm lives in her soul.
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Beautiful Contradiction Live Soul Storm
Perhaps magic is in the habit of choosing sharp-eyed girls who ask too many questions for their own good. Perhaps it chooses girls who are not unloved, but not fully loved either.
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Choice Eyes Habit Herself Love Magic Question
A wound left unhealed is bound to open again. That’s just what being human is.
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Healing Human Open Wound
You are damaged and broken and unhinged. But so are shooting stars and comets.
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Break Damage Stars Yourself
Grief makes unlikely warriors out of us all.
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Grief Ourselves Warrior
A war is still a war even if it is inside your head, did you know this?
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Known Mental War Yourself
Because girls who were building empires for themselves did not need kingdoms to shine.
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Build Empire Need Shine
Even the day must let go of the sun and allow the light to disappear, so the darkness can live for a while. The only way out of grief is through it.
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Day Grief Let Go Sun Yourself
They kept trying to make me less angry, but I refuse to surrender my rage.
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Angry Myself Rage Refuse Surrender
There is a lightening in our bones and wildfire in our spirits and we will find a way despite it all to survive and thrive.
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Bone Despite Finding Lightening Ourselves Survive Thrive Way

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