samantha nash Biography

Time will move, and
Fall through the cracks of your life.
Your days here are like a thousand
Grains of sand, in a windstorm.
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I run through the woods
With my thoughts of him chasing me.
As I run, they kept foot,
Running at my heels.
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Waiting for him is torture
Waiting to see if he’ll forgive me
Waiting to feel his presence again
Waiting to feel those butterflies
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