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Jul 2015
Still finding myself. This **** is hell.
Looking for silent peace
Looking for something more
Have you ever had such a dark soul?
The kind that even monks can't ignore.
Looking for that silent peace
Where my mind is relaxed and your name doesn't appear
Looking for tranquility near the water where my tears can flow and connect to the sea
I'm still finding myself. With every breath, with every break I'm still trying to find me.
Reyna N
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Reyna N  Virginia
(Virginia)   
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