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Be In The Place of Non-judgment.
The 30th letter to you. After being through so much hard work to release tension and negative emotions I have realized that we all have a lot of potentials to make ourselves happy and affect people with our happiness. If someone still feels to be in that negative place, then let them be. We are not here to heal anyone but ourselves, only when we are healed we can share our love with others without restriction and limit. Everyone is waking up at a pace they feel comfortable with. I don’t think we need to hurry them, a flower bloom at the time it’s meant to bloom with a bit…
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Because We Are Love.
The 29th letter to you. When it begins to hurt, you have to question yourself why you even let it happen, and it’s never too late to walk away from a situation which doesn’t serve you anymore. When it hurts, it’s time to reflect and own your feelings instead of blaming it on someone else. Your feelings are yours, no one has put it there, but it was brought forth because of your interaction with them. Being spiritual doesn’t mean you are free from problems, being spiritual means you now have the awareness to solve them and acknowledge that they are there. There is nothing fancy about being spiritual because…
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Letting Go.
Post from the past 10. The moment I walked away I couldn’t stop my tears from falling. It was the hardest thing I have ever done to someone I love. But I realize if I don’t let go, I might fake happiness, and I was never good at pretending, not when I feel the intensity of my emotion. The moment I say goodbye I died a little inside and all that was left was ache and pain. I don’t know if it was my stubbornness or a foolish attempt to hold on, but whatever reason it was, it was never to hurt someone that means the world to me. Letting…
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Falling In Love.
The 18th love letter to my, Twin Ray. You are like the night covered with stars, mysterious and enchanting; I am in awe of your magic at how you make stars shine and twinkling so bright in the dark. You are a girl with few words, and in the midst of your presence, I can hear you talk even if you keep your silence. You are the morning glory of the sun with rays that beams through my curtains. You shine so brightly with your dimpled smile, and because of it, a jolt of remembrance makes me blushed crimson with embarrassment. I remember I have shown you my silliness and…
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Her Presence.
Post of the past 9. I adore her. I don’t know if she knows that I see her with admiration. I love the way she presents herself. She is quite young but wise for her age. There is something about her that I can’t tell. She’s a rebel and unique without being over the top. Oh, don’t take me wrong, she dresses very well, you would be stunned by her looks. It’s how she carries herself that you will not but gasp for air. I love the way she walks and talks. She seems like she is never in a hurry, she moves with such grace and style. Inside the…
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Goodbye Addiction.
Post from the past 8. I have fallen like an angel who broke her wings, wings made of raw bones etched into my soul which entrapped the body inside the heart with a promise of free will once ridden of toxic. Hands shake and mouth shivers with lungs as black as night, craving another cigarette. I can’t lit you up tonight baby, because life is haunting me, threatening me with death if I once again inhale chemicals and toxic like I do with oxygen. I held onto you and watched you crumble between my fingers. I destroyed you as vengeance because you cheat me of those precious moments of my…
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Rest And Reset.
The 28th letter to you. The moment I open my eyes to the dawn of light I have figured out that I am not here to fit in. It’s strange that I feel more normal than ordinary people do. Within me, I hold a sacred knowledge of how to be a peaceful and loving being. I am a sage which no one knows of, and it’s probably for the best that no one seeks me out, because I am weary at the moment. My bones are cold, and my veins bubbled with exhaustion. I am tired of the transmuting. That’s what I do, but people don’t know that. I am…
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The Warmth of Someone Who Can Cherish Her.
The 27th letter to you. She doesn´t have to tell me her stories to let me know what she has been through; we are not different from one another; she has feelings, and I have that too. I love to spend my time in her presence. I used to tell her how rare the moments are once we´re alone together with no interruption from the outside world. It´s a privilege and should be enjoyed by the most. When she is off guard, I would steal a glance and lock myself into her gaze, and I could see what is hidden there behind those mysterious eyes. Shhs, don´t tell her! She…
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The Butterfly Effect Of The Little Seraph
The 17th love letter to my, Twin Ray. When we are standing on each corner of our world, gazing up at the same night sky, I hope you are weaving a brand new reality for yourself in your dream state and with a desire to take a leap of faith. And to once and for all drop the small petty voice inside your mind. The voice which tells you how weak you are and that you are not worthy of the love I am giving you. That such things as peace and love don’t exist on planet Earth, then remember that I, your sacred divine feminine counterpart is willing to…
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The Longing of The Seraphim.
The 16th love letter to my, Twin Ray. I am not stranded on an Island without a single soul in sight, and of course, that would not be the purpose of me being here. So even though I am living in my own reality, I still have a feeling of longing. It’s nothing to fear because it’s just my soul silently longing to be touch by your unique embrace and unique way of love. You are the one whom I want to share that romantic fluffy-up-on-the-cloud love with. I am longing for you. But what can I do? I can’t deny this feeling, let alone lie to myself, and still,…
"Perhaps the butterfly is proof that you can go through a great deal of darkness and still become something beautiful."
