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Something I felt like saying on a Sunday night..


Out of everything that you have been through, every part of yourself that you think has been beaten, stolen, taken from you. For all the soft, safe spots in your life you think you have lost. You have in fact, lost nothing.

It is all still there inside you. Jumbled. Muddled pages of a book dropped and regathered too quickly, on the synthetic floor, of the school you are leaving. In the hallways you will finally be allowed to run in.

The wave will come again, a natural cycle will repeating, gently washing the jagged rock to smooth stone.

You see fragments of what you held solid and dear, torn and strewn into the darkest corners of your being. But when the fire returns, you will see those ideas that no longer burn as weak flame sheltered close to your chest, but as wildfire lighting every part of your being.

You are here because your time is coming again. You have lost nothing, and have everything to give.

Do not believe me.
Believe in yourself.
Spread your wings from the ashes.
and rise.

<3
 
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