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The day I made peace with my pain was the day I was born again.

Stephanie Briar

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To the oppressed with no seat on the table; dreaming of change and better days, I will pull up a chair, and light fires in your name.
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It quietly stops my breath to realize that my greatest grand gesture, my last, best act of love was to let you go.
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The day I made peace with my pain was the day I was born again.
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I would throw down roots with you if I ever had the chance. We’d grow strong in tender shoots, and bloom in burning hands.
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In my dreams you conjure me like a spell in the night. Let us haunt one another with uneasy peace, and die burning alive.
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In my dreams we got past the parking lot; you took me past the old, oak door, led me up onto the vacant altar, and offered me to every god whose name you invoked as you worshipped my body.
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“Ashes”, we once thought, but the embers in our eyes might have bought us time.
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Creatives are neither born nor created. They are activated.
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If we are what we love, Then I am whatever you are made of.
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Let yourself go a little wild, a little rough around through the edges; the human spirit wasn’t meant for carefully-curated perfection.
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Our story bleeds from my eyes until I cannot tell the stars from streetlights.
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The glint of mischief in your eyes is the flint in my matchstick. Striking; always this close to igniting.
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You’re preserved inside of me; cadaversque. I both acquiesce and atrophy because of it.
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Last night, I sent you home with a kiss and a promise. I hope you still believe in roses.
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I pressed the dress to my nose, and found what was left of your ghost. It was then that I remembered how to cry.
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Anxiety is living with an apple on your head and you imagine that everyone you know stands watching with a bow to shoot an arrow at it.
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