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You have never forgotten how home was more than just a language you grew inside your mouth before you said it in a way your tongue bled.

Nikita Gill

We remember that family is not just those of blood. But also those we choose to love.
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Blood Choice Family Love Remember
I had hoped one day to find someone who loves my monsters, the wolves that I feed, the demons I sing to sleep, the tiger that is my caged heart, the parts of me I do not talk about. I prayed and wished and yearned until I realized that I had already found her within me.
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Day Finding Herself Hope Myself Prayer Realize Sing Sleep Talk
You fell in love with a storm. Did you really think you would get out unscathed?
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Fall In Love Storm Thinking Yourself
I lost a God once.
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God Lost Myself
Does a heart that is rotted cease to be called a heart?
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Break Call Hard Time Heart
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
The rose is not everyone’s favorite flower, but that does not make it any less beautiful. There is a lesson for all of us in that.
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Beautiful Favorite Lesson Ourselves Rose
You become the thing that hurts you until it can hurt you no more.
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Deep Hurt Yourself
How your voice tremors when you speak of loneliness.
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Alone Loneliness Speak Voice Yourself
You are not his princess. You are your own queen.
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Authority Empowerment Inspirational Power Queen Self Love
Did you really think she was a tender flower you could trample upon, and damage her very soul? She is wildfire. And she is coming to devour you whole.
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Damage Fire Herself Power Soul Tender Thinking Whole Wild Woman
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
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
There is nothing more dangerous than a girl who is aware of the flames inside her, and all the damage she can do.
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Aware Dangerous Girl Herself
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
And darling, I hope your remember to kiss the ghosts goodnight. They are only older versions of you that you have had to discard and forget.
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Forget Ghost Hope Kiss Remember Yourself
Perfection in imperfection. Someone whose flaws work well with yours.
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Flaws Perfection Work Yourself
And you say you are broken, but broken mirrors like you create the most beautiful patterns of light.
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Beautiful Break Creation Light Mirror Pattern
You need not fear the wolves you hide in your soul. They were made not to hurt you, but to protect you against this world.
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Fear Hide Need Soul Wolf World 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
You need not fear the wolves you hide in your soul. They were made not to hurt you, but to protect you against this world.
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Fear Hurt Protection Wolf World Yourself
There is a lightening in our bones and wildfire in our spirits and we will find a way despite it all to survive and thrive.
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Bone Despite Finding Lightening Ourselves Survive Thrive Way
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
There is a spell for almost anything and if there’s not a spell, there is at least a poem.
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Literature Poem Spell
These are women made of terrible tempests and savage storms and the untamed unwanted.
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Savage Storm Tame Terrible Woman
Without heartache there are no lessons to gain.
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Gain Heart Broken Lesson
The worst story I know is my heart. The best story I know is my heart. Both these truths know how to exist together in ways I never thought I will learn. This is the quietest of victories.
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Best Deep Existence Heart Known Myself Quiet Story Truth Victory Willing Worst

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