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Knowledge after all is a dark art.

Nikita Gill

Everyone you love is slowly dying and if you choose not to love them right they will die without knowing.
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Choice Death Known Love Yourself
They kept trying to make me less angry, but I refuse to surrender my rage.
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Angry Myself Rage Refuse Surrender
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
Grandmothers are a gift not to be taken lightly. So many lose them, before they are old enough to know their magic. I am glad my bones were born with this knowledge.
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Gift Knowledge Light Lose Magic Myself Relationship
The greatest wish I have ever had is to create with words, what wizards cannot and what magic never has.
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Desire Greatness Magic Myself Word
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
These are women made of terrible tempests and savage storms and the untamed unwanted.
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Savage Storm Tame Terrible Woman
When I set out to find my father, I was not being brave. I was acting out of fear or losing the only parent I ever had. They may want you to believe I was simple being brave, but anxiety makes more heroes than history would care to repeat.
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Anxiety Believe Care Family Father Fear Finding Hero History Lose Repeat Simplicity
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
It happens suddenly. One day, your parents don’t pick you up any more.
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Grow Up Parents Suddenly Yourself
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
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
There are graveyards inside you made of people that made you ache, made of memories that you barely survived made of trauma and heartbreak. These graveyards need to become gardens where you plant flowers that blossom, for you to let go.
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Flower Garden Graveyard Heart Broken Let Go Need Plant Trauma Yourself
And they didn’t spend years painting your soul into masterpiece-like existence for you to waste it on someone who doesn’t appreciate you.
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Appreciation Existence Painting Soul Yourself
When I was a little girl, I had a friend and sometimes I wondered if he was born on the day the Titanic sank.
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Born Day Friendship Myself Wonder
To heal you must forgive your heart, your skin, your body, all of their mistakes.
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Forgiveness Healing Heart Mistake Yourself

Knowledge after all is a dark art.

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