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Extinguished
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A honeybee does not dream kissing the mouth of a flower and then settle for its leaves.
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There is something beautiful about the way the world feels after rain. Perhaps because we know that things bloom from storms, and maybe we do, too.
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Unlearning all the ways I was taught to love myself less
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To break is to understand that in pieces, we can still feel whole.
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Like a fistful of sand slipping through our fingers
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It was the day I met you that I discovered all I thought I knew about love was wrong.
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There is no sound when a heart breaks
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Awakening