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God Loves You (an affirmation) by - (text)

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God loves you. Unconditionally.  He is proud of how far you’ve come.  He made you from the clay and formed you.  He knew you, more than you even know yourself, before you were even born.  He knows how hard life is, He knows your circumstances.  He does not judge; He leaves that for those clouded in ignorance.  You are not a ‘sinner’, you are human.  God is on your side.  He is rooting for you, even if no one else is.  You are worth it.  Your life is worth it.  Do not pay attention to the naysayers, for they are lost in their own illusion; they will come around, in time; for everything comes back to Him.

 

Own it.  Own your life, and grab it by the horns. 

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Take Back Your Life by - (text)

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You own your life.  You have power over yourself.  You choose what kind of individual you want to be.  The self-realized individual, the one who realizes their potential, is something to be reckoned with.  We are all like little gods, masters of our domains, and we each have the power over our little universes that are our lives.  What do you want to do?  What do you want out of life?  Where do you want to go?  How much power have we been given to control our own lives?  A lot.  Although we must spend a large portion of our time on mundane matters, we all have a good amount of time to change, grow, and pursue what sparks our interests.  Change what you can, leave the rest to the birds. 

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Scars (poem) by - (text)

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*Disclaimer: This is just a creative writing exercise,

intended to create a dark mood / feeling; the feeling of

someone trapped in isolation and depression with no way out.

If you are feeling like self-harm please talk to someone,

maybe go here or here.

 

some people cut themselves

just to feel something

to confront their pain

and face it head on

some people cut themselves

to feel alive

to know that they’re breathing

to know that they control

what happens in their life

they want to escape

they want to be present

they want to exist

but they might rather die

they want to scream out loud

nobody listening

they’re tired of people

with all of their lies

they want to be cared for

they want to be loved

but they’d much rather be

up above

at least someone cares up there

nobody gets them

no one is there

existence is pain

so why not confront it

hiding your pain

and creating your own

want to be heard

nothing to say

scars on their arms

speak for themselves

the only way

they want someone to say

“yeah,