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If we are what we love, Then I am whatever you are made of.

Stephanie Briar

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“Ashes”, we once thought, but the embers in our eyes might have bought us time.
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Eyes Ourselves Relationship Thinking Time
Can hope bloom in the shade? Can time give back what it takes away? I once saw the answers to life in your eyes; now I can remember the words to goodbye.
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Creatives are neither born nor created. They are activated.
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The stars are where we came from. They orchestrated our return to the place we can always come home: our ancient, timeless love.
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Some days, my mind will still be in prison, but I will live in spite of it. I unlearn how to swim; I trade my gills for lungs and wings.
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Learning Live Mindset Myself Prison Trade Wings
Trauma has deep roots indeed, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t pull the weeds.
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Deep Self Love Trauma Yourself
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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Anxiety Head Imagination Live Mental Shoot Stand Yourself
Our memories lurch to a reluctant halt in their funeral march, so I can pour salt over them one last time.
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I erected cities with adoration on my tongue and you burnt mine down in the wake of your love.
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Admire Burn Love Myself Tongue Yourself
We weren’t written in the stars; all that glitters wasn’t ours.
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Ourselves Stars Writing
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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Clothes Cry Ghost Myself Remember
Last night, I sent you home with a kiss and a promise. I hope you still believe in roses.
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Believe Home Hope Kiss Myself Night Promise Rose Yourself
The pain of your memory is sharp enough to be felt the nails raked along my back by somebody else.
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Enough Memories Myself Pain Yourself
Standing in your power scares a lot of people. You become something formidable, intimating, and aspirational all at once.
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We usually seek the divine in the sky, But religion is best found on the ground. Nature is our true creator.
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How do you sleep soundly, knowing you traded roses for weeds?
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Rose Sleep Sound Trade Yourself

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