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Aug 2017
I keep thinking that if I disappeared, my life will cease to exists and maybe then, i’ll be free. I’m wanting to fly with eagles and taste the sweetness of clouds. Angels sing to me the secret songs of hidden treasures left in the pit of my soul.. “stay a bit longer” echoes through me & it's the promise of tomorrow that fuels the air in my lungs.

One day, it'll be better.
Tia Imani Rose
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Tia Imani Rose
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