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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

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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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.
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Breathe Feeling Myself Presence Touch
And, somehow that loved and loving girl can love anyone but herself.
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Herself Love Worth
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
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 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
Carrying the weight of my mistakes I burst into flames that hurt my skin.
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Carry Flame Hurt Mistake Myself Skin
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

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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