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Do you recognize your voice, the one that’s coming from your own mouth, when words are forming on your tongue?

Zuzanna Szostak

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

Beautiful Cry Myself Self Love
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
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
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
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.
ZUZANNA SZOSTAK

Goodness Lose Myself True Try
Sometimes you don’t miss the place, the time but the state of mind.
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Mindset Missing Place State Time
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.
ZUZANNA SZOSTAK

Aspiration Goodness Kind Mirror Myself Scars Woman
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.
ZUZANNA SZOSTAK

Breathe Crave Dreams Mindset Peace Sleep Stars Yourself
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
Carrying the weight of my mistakes I burst into flames that hurt my skin.
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Carry Flame Hurt Mistake Myself Skin
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
I don’t want to get down I want to get high. To stay high to fly high out of it.
ZUZANNA SZOSTAK

Dreams Inspirational Myself Stay
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.
ZUZANNA SZOSTAK

Bliss Comfort Hate Hope Mirror Myself Sorrow 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
We laid in bed with our hands tied, talked about love and clear, summer skies.
ZUZANNA SZOSTAK

Bed Hands Love Sky Summer Talk Togetherness
I’m dehydrated, lacking the water you pour into me every time we drown in each other’s navy blue oceans.
ZUZANNA SZOSTAK

Drown Love Ocean Relationship Sex Time Water

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