i breathe in so deep. i try to hold my breath for as long as i can. it doesn’t seem like enough time. i remember when i smoked cigarettes i could hold in my camel lights for what seemed liked minutes. i was a natural. blowing smoke rings. cigarette in one hand. pint of beer in the other. now when i breathe it’s downward facing dog. no cigarettes to help me breathe in. breathe out.

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i am a first generation italian-american who grew up in southern new jersey. Life is amazingly beautiful and devastating. Sometimes in the same day.

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adriana suriano

adriana suriano

i am a first generation italian-american who grew up in southern new jersey. Life is amazingly beautiful and devastating. Sometimes in the same day.

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