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When I held her, I held her gently so that she always knew she could fly away and I would never harm her or clip her wings.

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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.
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Flame Ghost Instagram Captions Proud Wild Woman
Ghosts of the person you used to be are so proud of who you are, they live on inside you applauding you for living on despite your scars.
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Despite Ghost Live Person Praise Proud Scars Yourself
What I have spent in mourning is the price I have paid for my healing.
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Healing Mourning Myself Pay Price
There are three versions of you. The one that smiles and laughs with others, the one that hides and cries alone, and the one that has the ability to achieve greatness.
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Ability Achievement Greatness Laughter Smile Version
Survival is ugly. Healing is messy. Self-love is complicated. It is your hardest days as much as your best days that help you grow. All of this is part of being human.
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Complication Growth Healing Human Survival Ugly
You have belonged better in your own arms than in anyone else’s. Remember you are the softest love you will ever have.
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Better Self Love Soft Yourself
Take this as your reminder. Not all heroes wear capes. Some wear darkness, some wear wounds.
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Darkness Hard Time Reminder Scars Wound
And I return home always. Because love’s call has always been stronger than the moon’s.
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Home Love Moon Return
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
Perfection in imperfection. Someone whose flaws work well with yours.
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Flaws Perfection Work Yourself
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
Softer memories once lived there. Where there is now burning. Where there is now blood.
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Blood Burn Live Memories Soft
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
Even with the antidepressants, the grief seeped through the dangerous cracks in the scaffolding holding me up.
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Crack Dangerous Grief Hold Myself
All the darkness of the night is no match for a single candle that refuses to die out.
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Candle Darkness Death Inspirational Match Night
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

When I held her, I held her gently so that she always knew she could fly away and I would never harm her or clip her wings.

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