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You smell of death. Everything about is an endless goodbye.

Nikita Gill

Forgiveness is easier to give to others than to yourself. But I am slowly learning.
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Easy Forgiveness Learning Slow
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
Knowledge after all is a dark art, full to the brim with liberty, a trembling, malleable power.
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Art Darkness Knowledge Liberty Power
So when they ask you what you weigh, you don’t need to look down at any scale. Instead, simply tell them the truth; tell them how you weigh whole universes and storms and scars and stories, too.
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Scale Scars Simplicity Storm Universe Weight Yourself
You become the thing that hurts you until it can hurt you no more.
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Deep Hurt Yourself
Stop looking for people who only want your beauty and turn away your chaos and darkness.
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Beautiful Chaos Darkness People Stop Yourself
Let it hurt. Let it bleed. Let it heal. And let it go.
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Blood Healing Hurt Let Go
But the universe never promised you this would be easy. After all, you are the hero here.
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Easy Hero Promise Universe Yourself
Maybe magic ends with me and it will never cross your path, but I want you to remember that survival is an art. The world is falsehood so you rely on your smarts.
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Art Break Up End Magic Smart Survival Yourself
Burn every memory that does not help you grow. Destruction, too, can be necessary.
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Burn Destruction Memories Necessary
You see, there can be no life without death.
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Death Life See Yourself
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
A clever woman is more lethal than a freshly crafted magic wand, and that is why she is fear.
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Fear Herself Lethal Magic Woman
A wound left unhealed is bound to open again. That’s just what being human is.
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Healing Human Open Wound
The old gods may be ash and bone now, but in us they rise anew.
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God Inspirational Motivational Old Power
She didn’t just wait for someone to come and rescue her from her discontent and strife, instead she took matters into her own hands and empowered her own future, her own life.
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Empowerment Hands Herself Life Rescue

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