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 Jun 2015 Bailey Lewis
Blair
Like a flame
I am extinguished
I was fire, I was light
But I let my smoke rise too high
Now I am darkness
Cold and afraid
I cling to the memory
Of what I once was
My heart may be black, and I may exhale corruption, but these scars aren't on my eyes.
This is only the introduction,
To where my future lies.
Breathing can be hard.
I know you’ve been broken
and your scars remind you of the fear
of all the hollow words spoken
they’ve come to destroy you, my dear.
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