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Each and every bad seed counts, for even if they don’t survive or grow too beautifully, a bad seed allows you to re-evalutate the others and appreciate them even more.

Zuzanna Szostak

Yet now as we grow older why must we be frightened of being tranquil?
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Fear Growth Old Tranquility
I feel all that, your touch your presence your breath but can’t tell if its you I’m looking at.
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Breathe Feeling Myself Presence Touch
Should you find the most convenient way of breathing, it will not make you feel more alive.
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Alive Breathe Feeling Way Yourself
I believed less is what I needed, what I tried to achieve; I thought less is more, better, the minimalistic beauty of life.
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Achievement Beautiful Believe Life Minimalism Myself Need Try
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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Beg Breathe Drink Myself Prayer Pride Water Worth
And I try, I so try to fit everywhere, with everyone to be neutral, to be good and with all that, I lose myself. I lose the truest layer of all.
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Goodness Lose Myself True Try
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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Feeling Mindset Myself Stay
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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Growth Hate Sea Struggle
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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Life Myself Play Ridiculous Time
I cried today and I cried yesterday, Salty tears rushing down. My face fastened breaths, palms in sweat and the unbearable guilt of my being.
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Breathe Cry Face Fast Guilty Myself Tears
We laid in bed with our hands tied, talked about love and clear, summer skies.
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Bed Hands Love Sky Summer Talk Togetherness
The beautiful repose of the night its silence and mystery contrasts the commotion of my soul.
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Beautiful Myself Mystery Night Silence Soul
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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Dreams Fantasy Flame Lips Myself Skin Touch Yourself
On the verge of what is there to see, a beautiful landscape of the sea washing away what we’re made off, looking back we drown we fall.
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Beautiful Drown Fall Sea See
I don’t want to get down I want to get high. To stay high to fly high out of it.
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Dreams Inspirational Myself Stay
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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Drown Love Ocean Relationship Sex Time Water

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