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Remember, there are beginnings in endings, through destruction there comes life.

Nikita Gill

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
I lost a God once.
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God Lost Myself
Survival is ugly. Healing is messy. Self-love is complicated.
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Complication Healing Messy Survival Ugly
You are not his princess; you are your own queen.
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Empowerment Power Queen Yourself
To heal you must forgive your heart, your skin, your body, all of their mistakes.
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Forgiveness Healing Heart Mistake Yourself
But I was brutal and violent in a way they tell women not to be.
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Brutal Myself Violence Way Woman
We do not abandon those who truly accept us for who we are, and if you could save all the people who accepted you completely, wouldn’t you go back to save them too?
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Acceptance Complete People Save True Yourself
I hope our daughters are born with so much fire in their souls, they could put volcanoes and stars to shame.
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Born Daughter Fire Hope Myself Ourselves Shame Soul Stars
I wonder how I have carried so many regrets without even realising they were there.
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Carry Myself Realize Regret
Sometimes you are going to miss a person who was an almost to you. And feel sad because there is no name for that feeling. You just feel it in a way that makes you tired to your very bones.
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Almost Feeling Missing Time Tired Yourself
Before we had mouths or language or hope, we still had love. I know it’s not much. But my god, it’s beautiful and on so many days it is enough.
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Beautiful Enough God Heart Hope Language
Softer memories once lived there. Where there is now burning. Where there is now blood.
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Blood Burn Live Memories Soft
The woman who tames fires and snakes and savours bones.
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Bone Eat Fire Power Tame Woman
Some people are born with tornadoes in their lives, but constellations in their eyes. Other people are born with stars at their feet, but their souls are lost at sea.
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Born Constellation Human Lost Nature People Sea Soul Storm
Perhaps he should have paid attention to the snakes coiled inside me waiting to strike.
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Attention Inspirational Motivational Pay Snake Strike
There is a spell for almost anything and if there’s not a spell, there is at least a poem.
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Literature Poem Spell

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