Sunday, March 10, 2013

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Is there such a thing as air when you aren't there. I do not know but it is hard to breath. When the couch is empty and nights seem sleepless I feel inspired to higher forms of myself. I strive to survive till I feel you near till I know your here.

Written by Nami Sanjo
Posted on 11-27-12

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