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A mess of beautiful contradictions make her whole, she wears fire for skin but a storm lives in her soul.

Nikita Gill

And she needs no prince or knight to save her, because her might is enough to tame dragons.
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Dragon Inspirational Need Prince Save Tame
All because you were born into a family that could afford these things for you. This is called a privilege and you must never forget it.
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Afford Born Family Forget Privilege Yourself
All the darkness of the night is no match for a single candle that refuses to die out.
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Candle Darkness Death Inspirational Match Night
Stop looking for people who only want your beauty and turn away your chaos and darkness.
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Beautiful Chaos Darkness People Stop Yourself
Listen to me girl, you have castles inside your bones, coronets in your heart, if he threatens you with a battle, you raise him a whole war, the last time I checked, queens cover before no man.
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Castle Coward Empowerment Heart Listening Man Queen War Yourself
You are not an open wound, they just want you to think you are.
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Open Thinking Wound Yourself
A wound left unhealed is bound to open again. That’s just what being human is.
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Healing Human Open Wound
I hope you summon your courage and you invite your demons to tea, and you learn to listen to all their stories.
NIKITA GILL

Courage Hope Invitation Listening Myself Story
Our stories don’t begin and end because men we once trusted have left them.
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Beginning End Man Trust
Why be a half-finished poem in some forgotten poet’s story, when one can be an odyssey in and of herself, part magic, part villain, part Goddess, part lover.
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Lover Poem Poet Self Love Story Yourself
And often when she finds herself missing him, missing the good moments with him, she whispers to herself, ‘The absence of you has taught me how to love myself. So thank you, my darling, my dearest.
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Break Up Finding Himself Missing Self Love Toxic Whisper
I lost a God once.
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God Lost Myself
Some loves come with an expiration date, like all things that are perishable this kind of loves rot.
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Date Kind Love Rot
As leaves cover the forest floor in a carpet of vibrant rusts, orange and gold, autumn proves that sometimes death too can be a beautiful thing.
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Autumn Beautiful Death Floor Forest Leave
We remember that family is not just those of blood. But also those we choose to love.
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Blood Choice Family Love Remember
The greatest wish I have ever had is to create with words, what wizards cannot and what magic never has.
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Desire Greatness Magic Myself Word

A mess of beautiful contradictions make her whole, she wears fire for skin but a storm lives in her soul.

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