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I cried and cried and cried having Realized that the beauty of my soul was being neglected by nobody else but myself.

Zuzanna Szostak

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
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
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
When the grass turns brown nobody seems to care. It’s just temporary, they say yet I can feel it will stay and stay.
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Care Feeling Grass Myself Nature Stay Temporary
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
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
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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Art Breathe Leaving Lost Peace Race Thinking Worry
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
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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Anxiety Body Fear Live Mental Monster Myself Remember Ugly
A feeling deliciously bitter lingers on my tongue. It’s sharp relish urges me to keep my mouth shut and my conscience clear. Though how can one act so when one’s veins are stuffed with what’s not said before?
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Act Conscience Deep Delicious Feeling Oneself Tongue
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
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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Enough Love Remember Simplicity Small
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.
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Allow Bad Beautiful Count Growth Seed Survive Yourself
Blissful comfort of pain and sorrow ravishes my rationality and drinks up my hope, for even thee whom I romanticize so deeply leaves me in a pool of intrusive thoughts telling me no matter what I say or do even the mirror despises you.
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Bliss Comfort Hate Hope Mirror Myself Sorrow Yourself
I want you here beside me, to make me feel like the only pearl you’d be looking for in the ocean.
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Feeling Love Ocean Priority Yourself
Do you recognize your voice, the one that’s coming from your own mouth, when words are forming on your tongue?
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Recognition Voice Word Yourself

I cried and cried and cried having Realized that the beauty of my soul was being neglected by nobody else but myself.

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I cried and cried and cried having Realized that the beauty of my soul was being neglected by nobody else but myself.

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