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The ghosts of all the women you used to be are all so proud of who you have become, storm child made of wild and flame.

Nikita Gill

I’d like to think our love does return to us reincarnated in different human forms. That people might be temporary, but love is permanent and it just changes form.
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Change Form Love People Permanent Return
You have turned your heart into a museum of people you’ve loved to keep them alive inside you.
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Alive Heart Love Museum Yourself
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
I hope you find someone who knows how to love you when you are sad.
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Finding Hope Known Love Relationship Sad Yourself
Some things are beautiful, but they are beautiful in the way of the sun. If you fly too close, they will melt your wings and send you plummeting into the sea.
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Beautiful Fly Sea Sun Way Wings Yourself
Girls like her were born in a storm. They have lightning in their souls. Thunder in their hearts. And chaos in their bones.
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Bone Born Chaos Heart Lightening Soul Storm Thunder
You deserve someone who lets you glow in every way you need to.
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Deserve Glow Need Yourself
Forgive her for how her agony reveals itself, child. This is how blood magic works. Unconditional never meant perfect anyway.
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Agony Forgiveness Herself Perfection Reveal
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
Only the brave and the broken are kind in this world.
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Brave Break Deep Kind World
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
Somedays I am more wolf than woman. And I am still learning how to stop apologizing for my wild.
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Apologize Learning Myself Self Love Wild Wolf Woman
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
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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Body Collection Dangerous Gold Hands Heart Myself Sing
All children are born equally innocent, but all children are not born equally loved.
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Born Children Equality Innocent Love Yourself
Tell them all what they tried to kill came back. Tell them all that I have come home.
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Death Home Inspirational Kill Myself Power Return

The ghosts of all the women you used to be are all so proud of who you have become, storm child made of wild and flame.

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