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The river takes what she wants, does what she desires, and washes over anything that stands in her way.

Nikita Gill

Did you really think she was a tender flower you could trample upon, and damage her very soul? She is wildfire. And she is coming to devour you whole.
NIKITA GILL

Damage Fire Herself Power Soul Tender Thinking Whole Wild Woman
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
Perhaps magic is in the habit of choosing sharp-eyed girls who ask too many questions for their own good. Perhaps it chooses girls who are not unloved, but not fully loved either.
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Choice Eyes Habit Herself Love Magic Question
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 are still the kindest thing that ever happened to me, even if that is not how our tale is told.
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Kindness Ourselves Tale
You are not his princess; you are your own queen.
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Empowerment Power Queen Yourself
The river takes what she wants, does what she desires, and washes over anything that stands in her way.
NIKITA GILL

Desire Empowerment Herself Inspirational Nature Ocean River Water
But I am both nightmare and sin.
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Nature Nightmare Sin
Become fluent in the language of letting go. Learn to give people up before they hurt you beyond repair.
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Beyond Children Fluent Hurt Language
Girls like her were born in a storm. They have lightning in their souls. Thunder in their hearts. And chaos in their bones.
NIKITA GILL

Bone Born Chaos Heart Lightening Soul Storm Thunder
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.
NIKITA GILL

Believe Care Cosmos Creation Justice World Yourself
How do you go back to being strangers with someone who has seen your soul?
NIKITA GILL

Break Up See Soul Stranger Yourself
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.
NIKITA GILL

Lover Poem Poet Self Love Story Yourself
Nothing makes her want to be less adventurous or give up her eternal search for something to quench her wanderlust.
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Adventure Give Up Herself Search
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
I am trying to stop being the ashes that you left behind.
NIKITA GILL

Break Up Myself Stop Try Yourself

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