I cried and cried and cried having Realized that the beauty of my soul was being neglected by nobody else but myself.
ZUZANNA SZOSTAKSometimes you don’t miss the place, the time but the state of mind.
More Zuzanna Szostak Quotes
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Hatred conquers the sea in which is growing thee them tiny pearls struggling a little trying to solve the final riddle.
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So grand yet so small, so important yet so irrelevant, so beautiful yet so shallow, must thee live in illusion or does real life leave too much of a confusion?
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This feeling in my chest is telling me to stay to do as I should, to be where I should but my mind is telling me to go away.
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I’m dehydrated, lacking the water you pour into me every time we drown in each other’s navy blue oceans.
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Would you want to breathe if you were to ask for oxygen? Would you want to drink if you were to beg for a glass of water? would you want to eat if you were to pray for a plate of food? Well, I wouldn’t.
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From time to time, I would like to cut off all the strings and lines that conclude that ridiculous puppet show they call life.
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Finding inner peace is a lost art for with every breath and sigh new stimuli comes and leaves us in a pool of racing thoughts and worries.
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Curled up in a ball slowly shutting down as my body is being devoured by those ugly, fearsome monsters that have lived in my guts ever since I could remember.
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Even on the darkest days the sun still rises.
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For the most important type of love is love for oneself and only you can hear all of your beautiful verses that never got to see the light of the day.
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Should you find the most convenient way of breathing, it will not make you feel more alive.
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Everyday I am finding neverland in your touch just a little bit more than the day before.
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We have to remember to do small things every single day and minute for sometimes love is simply not enough to fill our cup.
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Oh, how I wish you were here bathing in the silky sheets of my dreams, your lips on mine a flame and wine smoke in the air clouds filled with thoughts oh, how I long for your skin and touch.
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Peace is when I am cuddled up in a snug wool blanket with a hot coffee in hand without worry in mind, so I can dream about red sunsets and the scent of warm, sun kissed bodies.
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