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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.

Zuzanna Szostak

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
Carrying the weight of my mistakes I burst into flames that hurt my skin.
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Carry Flame Hurt Mistake Myself Skin
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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Body Coffee Dreams Hands Kissing Mindset Peace Worry
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
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
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
And, somehow that loved and loving girl can love anyone but herself.
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Herself Love Worth
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
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
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
I can truly see myself in that light, the green iris of my eye like a jungle, full of life. And when snow covers the green, and my skin looses its color I crave that wilderness in my eye.
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Eyes Life Light Myself See True Wild
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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Beautiful Cry Myself Self Love
How is it possible that with one stare I’m in flames and no fire extinguisher shall help me? and so here I stand a tree burning from inside out of love from you.
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Burn Fire Flame Help Love Possible Stand Tree Yourself
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
Everyday I am finding neverland in your touch just a little bit more than the day before.
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Day Myself Touch
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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Beautiful Confusion Illusion Important Life Live Reality Shallow Small

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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