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Prayer and meditation. Connecting with a higher intelligence. #spirit #unseensouls #prayer #meditation Posted @withrepost • @iyanlavanzant Prayer is the most highly effective spiritual act one can perform. Prayer brings us into alignment with what already exists within us and opens our minds to the revelation of this existence in the outer world. #iyanla #iyanlavanzant #prayer #act #alignment #mind #outerworld #openmind #revelation https://www.instagram.com/p/Ck5pzjkLVPR/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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I thought that I've experienced what's it like to see the person you love the most with someone else before.But seeing you with her made a part of my body shake, my heart break.I know we're nothing but 2 strangers who once were "friends" but I'm hurting. And I need you to listen, I get scared when I go to the places you used to sit with her in,because I know that memories never fades away by time and I know that even if you're not there you're somewhat carved into the walls of my mind. So if you're listening pls know that I did as my not shaking part of my mind said, moving on wasn't a word you read between the lines.

//I still miss you sometimes

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Lately I've been feeling nothing but pain, a sudden rush in my veins like the world is about to end and my blood wants to escape my body.And I know I've said million times but the more I say it the less it hurts every time those sharp words escape from my mouth,shattering my lips ruining the part you liked the most about my face. Tears falling down and I stare at my reflection in the mirror shaking my head to make sure I leave gaps between each tear so it wouldn't create a mess,and I remember how much you hated any type of mess. "mess" the word is familiar, "mess" I've heard this word before, the day you decided to leave you said I'm a mess,that you can't deal with me anymore, that I have to choose between being "a mess" and a clean door with you behind it. I remember how much you hated any type of mess but you shattered my heart and it fell down on the floor creating mess, mess , mess. A type of mess I've never seen before, I can't clean it nor ignore it, your name is written on the ground with bloody bones. Shaky lips, loose wrists , let's see what's inside those paper thin veins,Let's see what's inside this mess, the mess you couldn't deal with, a heart who's only beating for you.

//I'm not a mess.

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"You're beautiful" he lied.

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Every time I pick myself up and move on , you're at the end of the road and I helplessly push you only to fall down with my broken pieces.

//I can't fight.

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I wrote a suicide note aka I love you.

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One thing my mother taught me, that parents can break your heart too.

//thanks mom.

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Dear him, By the time you’re reading this I’m either dead or I stopped loving you and I honestly don’t know which one is worse. I want you to know that the moment I stop loving you , people should start screaming , crying and probably planning for my funeral, if I ever stop loving you please know that I’m dead, probably killed myself. Twice. I want you to know that I’ve never loved anyone like I loved you , never will. Please when you read this don’t try to call or text me, because I won’t be there to answer.

//it’s late and I’m in love.

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You're on my mind everyday and every night.

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5:20 PM I still remember how you carved my name on your skin.

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I'm sorry I can't be what you want me to be.

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I caught you staring at me the other day, your eyes were filled with curiosity, I knew you were wondering if I still smell like heartbreak and misery. You caught me holding his hand and I swore I saw your eyes closing slowly , I know you thought I would never move on, I thought too. I still get dreams about having you in my arms but I don't wake up shaking and sweaty. I wake up feeling like a wet cloud who just met the sun. I'm recovering, I'm moving on. I may still can't sleep without imagining you on the other side of the bed but I promise I moved on.

At least I think I am.

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I see you in the hallway every once and awhile and I hope you remember how we used to look at each other back then and miss me, I hope you can't see past my soul , I hope you can't see how damaged I became. I hope the blood on under my nails isn't clear because when I saw you yesterday I tried to rip my heart out of my body. And I saw you today, you were smiling with your friends and I saw them looking at me while you turned your face away and as I watched you walk away I saw your arms around her waist and again I broke my nails under my skin because my heart was causing so much pain but no matter how hard I try to rip it out you're still on my mind. You're something I cannot forget, you're a poem only god can write about. Your name is in every recipe I use to fade my scars.

I'm in so much pain//

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My heart still aches for you.

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