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I’m dehydrated, lacking the water you pour into me every time we drown in each other’s navy blue oceans.

Zuzanna Szostak

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.
ZUZANNA SZOSTAK

Hope Myself Soul Understand Vulnerable Wait
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

Eyes Life Light Myself See True Wild
Even on the darkest days the sun still rises.
ZUZANNA SZOSTAK

Darkness Day Hope Inspirational Rise Sun
Sometimes you don’t miss the place, the time but the state of mind.
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Mindset Missing Place State Time
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
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
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 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
From time to time, I would like to cut off all the strings and lines that conclude that ridiculous puppet show they call life.
ZUZANNA SZOSTAK

Life Myself Play Ridiculous Time
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
Yet now as we grow older why must we be frightened of being tranquil?
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Fear Growth Old Tranquility
The beautiful repose of the night its silence and mystery contrasts the commotion of my soul.
ZUZANNA SZOSTAK

Beautiful Myself Mystery Night Silence Soul
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
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.
ZUZANNA SZOSTAK

Feeling Mindset Myself Stay
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.
ZUZANNA SZOSTAK

Allow Bad Beautiful Count Growth Seed Survive 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

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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