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I wish they could see the tenderness in the way the darkness takes the night’s hand.

Nikita Gill

Your body is not a first aid kit for broken people and damaged souls and hearts that are too tired to fix themselves.
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Body Break Damage People Soul Tired Yourself
The world is not allowed to make a meal of you, girl. It is there for your consuming.
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Allow Consume World Yourself
You smell of death. Everything about is an endless goodbye.
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Bye Death Yourself
Maybe living your truth will not make you happy all the time, but it will make you happy every day.
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Day Happiness Live Time Truth Yourself
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
You are damaged and broken and unhinged. But so are shooting stars and comets.
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Break Damage Stars Yourself
That growth is simply learning how to suffer, gracefully, elegantly constantly moving and travelling without letting your pain tear you apart.
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Elegant Growth Pain Simplicity Tears Yourself
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
If a woman does not fit the shape of what you think a woman should, if a woman is not obedient, does not see things the way you do, if a woman is too independent to need anything more than herself, does she automatically become a threat filled with such terror to you?
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Obedience Shape Terror Threat Woman Yourself
We have all taken turns being Red Riding Hood and we have all been the wolf.
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Character Fantasy Myself Role Story
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
Do not disregard or hate the maps on your skin and soul. These scars have never diminished your worth, they are the stories that make you whole.
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Hate Maps Skin Soul Value Worth 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
Perfection in imperfection. Someone whose flaws work well with yours. Infuse modern love with the hues of older romance. An agency that offers something real in a world that was increasingly becoming plastic.
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Flaw Love Old Perfection Plastic Romance Well Work
Our stories don’t begin and end because men we once trusted have left them.
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Beginning End Man Trust
It’s how I learn there are a multitude of ways to say I love you. For so many you don’t have to use words at all.
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Learning Myself Way Word
She’s a woman in love and is loved in return. That is a powerful thing.
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Herself Love Powerful Woman
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
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
If we had no fears to master, how else would we grow?
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Fears Growth Inspirational Perspective
You become the thing that hurts you until it can hurt you no more.
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Deep Hurt Yourself
A story is no small thing.
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One Liner Small Story
There is a difference between holy and pure. Holy is also the way the anger boils inside our throats.
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Angry Difference Heart Holy Ourselves Pure
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.
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Almost Feeling Missing Name Person Time 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
Become fluent in the language of letting go. Learn to give people up before they hurt you beyond repair.
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Beyond Children Fluent Hurt Language
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

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