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Nikita Gill

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
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
In a cave where everything is fragranced with water, she asks for a daughter instead of praying for a son.
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Born Cave Daughter Herself Prayer Time Water
I had hoped one day to find someone who loves my monsters, the wolves that I feed, the demons I sing to sleep, the tiger that is my caged heart, the parts of me I do not talk about. I prayed and wished and yearned until I realized that I had already found her within me.
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Day Finding Herself Hope Myself Prayer Realize Sing Sleep Talk
I am more powerful than I am damaged and I will rise from any abyss you drown me in.
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Drown Powerful Rise Yourself
Without heartache there are no lessons to gain.
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Gain Heart Broken Lesson
Perfection in imperfection. Someone whose flaws work well with yours. Infuse modern love with the hues of older romance. An agency that offers something real in a world that was increasingly becoming plastic.
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Flaw Love Old Perfection Plastic Romance Well Work
Nothing will come of forcing yourself to compete your way out of trauma.
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Force Trauma Way Willing
The old gods may be ash and bone now, but in us they rise anew.
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God Inspirational Motivational Old Power
You are not an open wound, they just want you to think you are.
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Open Thinking Wound Yourself
Girls who survive trauma do wear a certain vulnerability around them, but this kind of vulnerability is from where their greatest strength stems.
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Stem Strength Survive Trauma Vulnerable
I know how to live with a blade and teach it not to make me bleed.
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Blood Known Live Teaching
My Fairy Godmother is my heart sustaining me.
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Heart Myself Sustain
But I was brutal and violent in a way they tell women not to be.
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Brutal Myself Violence Way Woman
Let it hurt. Let it bleed. Let it heal. And let it go.
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Blood Healing Hurt Let Go
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

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