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Perhaps he should have paid attention to the snakes coiled inside me waiting to strike.

Nikita Gill

I’d like to think our love does return to us reincarnated in different human forms. That people might be temporary, but love is permanent and it just changes form.
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Change Form Love People Permanent Return
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 Drown Float God Live Love
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.
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Lover Poem Poet Self Love Story 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
You smell of death. Everything about is an endless goodbye.
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Bye Death Yourself
Sometimes you are going to miss a person who was an almost to you. And feel sad because there is no name for that feeling. You just feel it in a way that makes you tired to your very bones.
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Almost Feeling Missing Time Tired Yourself
People are going to betray you the way Judas betrayed Jesus, the way Brutus betrayed Caesar, and you will love them anyway.
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Betrayal Love People Willing Yourself
You become the thing that hurts you until it can hurt you no more.
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Deep Hurt Yourself
Learn it well. Wear your hair wild, embrace your anger and learn to wield it without fear as a sword against those who hurt you.
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Fear Hairs Hurt Learning Wild Yourself
Our stories don’t begin and end because men we once trusted have left them.
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Beginning End Man Trust
What I have spent in mourning is the price I have paid for my healing.
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Healing Mourning Myself Pay Price
You are not his princess; you are your own queen.
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Empowerment Power Queen Yourself
Bathe with ice-cold water of the ocean just to feel something again.
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Bath Feeling Ocean
Does a heart that is rotted cease to be called a heart?
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Break Call Hard Time Heart
Some girls are full of heartache and poetry and those are the kind of girls who try to save wolves instead of running away from them.
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Heart Broken Kind Poetry Run Save Wolf
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.
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Believe Care Cosmos Creation Justice World Yourself

Perhaps he should have paid attention to the snakes coiled inside me waiting to strike.

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