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The bird building her home on your windowsill has every nest destroyed before. The spider that is delicately weaving a masterpiece has had every single thread broken before. And despite it all, they try again.

Nikita Gill

All he knew was chaos and this mortal world was obsessed with order
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Chaos Known Mortal Order
To heal you must forgive your heart, your skin, your body, all of their mistakes.
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Forgiveness Healing Heart Mistake 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
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
Remind ourselves that grief may feel longer and more poignant than happiness but it still has an ending.
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End Feeling Grief Happiness Reminder
As leaves cover the forest floor in a carpet of vibrant rusts, orange and gold, autumn proves that sometimes death too can be a beautiful thing.
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Autumn Beautiful Death Floor Forest Leave
It makes them feel a little free, to kiss something dangerous on the mouth.
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Dangerous Feeling Freedom Kissing Mouth
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
Without heartache there are no lessons to gain.
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Gain Heart Broken Lesson
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
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
I wish they could see the tenderness in the way the darkness takes the night’s hand.
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Darkness Hands Night See Tender
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
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
I hope you summon your courage and you invite your demons to tea, and you learn to listen to all their stories.
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Courage Hope Invitation Listening Myself Story
She is alone, and oh how brilliantly she burns.
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Alone Brilliant Burn Herself

The bird building her home on your windowsill has every nest destroyed before. The spider that is delicately weaving a masterpiece has had every single thread broken before. And despite it all, they try again.

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The bird building her home on your windowsill has every nest destroyed before. The spider that is delicately weaving a masterpiece has had every single thread broken before. And despite it all, they try again.

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