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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

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
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
Everyday I am finding neverland in your touch just a little bit more than the day before.
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Day Myself Touch
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
I gave all of my vulnerability away for you, to you exposed the dirt of my soul not understood. Kept on, waiting for hope, in despair.
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Hope Myself Soul Understand Vulnerable Wait
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
Even on the darkest days the sun still rises.
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Darkness Day Hope Inspirational Rise Sun
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
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
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.
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Goodness Lose Myself True Try
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
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
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
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
Sometimes you don’t miss the place, the time but the state of mind.
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Mindset Missing Place State Time
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

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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