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Light finds you just as I once did: an accident that is no accident.

Stephanie Briar

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Trauma has deep roots indeed, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t pull the weeds.
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I count the stars from whence we came. I name them all for you; my flame.
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Count Dedication Myself Name Relationship Stars Yourself
The glint of mischief in your eyes is the flint in my matchstick. Striking; always this close to igniting.
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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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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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Last night, I sent you home with a kiss and a promise. I hope you still believe in roses.
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Your darkness does not scare me, nor will I run from you; like a star, I’m falling for the phases of your moon.
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Darkness Fall Moon Myself Run Scare Stars Yourself
When you focus on directing your energy away from harm and toward healing, you feed the soul and starve the ego.
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You could not keep me fed by throwing me bones and empty promises. I am ashamed to admit how much starving I did before I finally left.
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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
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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As if flesh and skin and hands are any match for bullets. As if bones won’t crack in hails of powder and lead. As if rivers of blood are not the direct result of trigger fingers that bend but do not break on “bad days”.
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The day I made peace with my pain was the day I was born again.
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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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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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When I was a child, I used to fear monsters under the bed. I have since learned that most monsters are found within. And they are always worth fighting.
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