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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.

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.
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Body Coffee Dreams Hands Kissing Mindset Peace Worry
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
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
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 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
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
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
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.
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Breathe Cry Face Fast Guilty Myself Tears
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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Beautiful Day Important Light Love
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
A sense of calmness in this chaotic world somehow soothes me.
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Calm Chaos Myself Peace World
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
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
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

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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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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