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You are a dangerous collection of all my favorite things. An old soul, a heart of gold, and hands that make my body sing.

Nikita Gill

That growth is simply learning how to suffer, gracefully, elegantly constantly moving and travelling without letting your pain tear you apart.
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Elegant Growth Pain Simplicity Tears Yourself
There is a difference between holy and pure. Holy is also the way the anger boils inside our throats.
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Angry Difference Heart Holy Ourselves Pure
You need not fear the wolves you hide in your soul. They were made not to hurt you, but to protect you against this world.
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Fear Hide Need Soul Wolf World Yourself
Your body is not a first aid kit for broken people and damaged souls and hearts that are too tired to fix themselves.
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Body Break Damage People Soul Tired Yourself
If two Gods can love each other with no objection from the divine or the universe, who are mortals to tell other mortals who they can and cannot love?
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Divine Each Other God Love Mortal Objection
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
You can strive to be perfect. Or you can strive to be art.
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Art Instagram Captions Perfection Strive
There is no justice in the world. You have to make your own, because believe me, the cosmos that gifted you the chaos, also created you with care.
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Believe Care Cosmos Creation Justice World Yourself
I used to only pick up a pen for myself but now I pick one up for you too. Is there such a thing as an unselfish love poem? I don’t know, but I’m trying.
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Love Myself Poem Poet Selfish Try Writing
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
Only the brave and the broken are kind in this world.
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Brave Break Deep Kind World
You have never forgotten how home was more than just a language you grew inside your mouth before you said it in a way your tongue bled.
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Blood Growth Home Language Yourself
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
Does a heart that is rotted cease to be called a heart?
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Break Call Hard Time Heart
Bathe with ice-cold water of the ocean just to feel something again.
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Bath Feeling Ocean
And you say you are broken, but broken mirrors like you create the most beautiful patterns of light.
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Beautiful Break Creation Light Mirror Pattern

You are a dangerous collection of all my favorite things. An old soul, a heart of gold, and hands that make my body sing.

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