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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

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.
ZUZANNA SZOSTAK

Body Coffee Dreams Hands Kissing Mindset Peace Worry
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.
ZUZANNA SZOSTAK

Beg Breathe Drink Myself Prayer Pride Water Worth
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
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.
ZUZANNA SZOSTAK

Beg Breathe Drink Myself Prayer Pride Water Worth
No matter where we are, what air we breathe or which stars we are under. Your eyes always take me to dream land; that inner child-like peace of mind. That I crave when you’re gone and afar and I only see you when in my sleep.
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Breathe Crave Dreams Mindset Peace Sleep Stars Yourself
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
I feel all that, your touch your presence your breath but can’t tell if its you I’m looking at.
ZUZANNA SZOSTAK

Breathe Feeling Myself Presence Touch
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
Yet now as we grow older why must we be frightened of being tranquil?
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Fear Growth Old Tranquility
Everyday I am finding neverland in your touch just a little bit more than the day before.
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Day Myself Touch
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
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
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?
ZUZANNA SZOSTAK

Act Conscience Deep Delicious Feeling Oneself Tongue
And when I was looking at myself in the mirror, I realized that beneath these scars lies a woman, that is good that is kind, that I myself aspired to be.
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Aspiration Goodness Kind Mirror Myself Scars Woman
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.
ZUZANNA SZOSTAK

Breathe Cry Face Fast Guilty Myself Tears
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.
ZUZANNA SZOSTAK

Beautiful Drown Fall Sea See

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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