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Lauren Leal Jun 2016
I'm used to the dark, because she was my light.
When you lose that one that seemed to bring you up from the depths.
Lauren Leal Jun 2016
I remember when I needed a ear
Not one came near
So I became strong
To listen to you, when you think you're in the wrong.
Using your strengths to aid ones weakness.
Lauren Leal Jun 2016
It was your heart, that wished mine to fall apart.
When someone purposely uses you.
Lauren Leal Jun 2016
Life's grip on the spine,
don't lie, with I'm fine.
Lauren Leal Jun 2016
This language is quiet, truthful,
Though nothing to be heard.
A quiet language.
Lauren Leal Jun 2016
I figured out why it hurt
Why it lacerated me so deeply
Why my world couldn't convert
From the view of me.
You knew what your world had,
Friends, family a home.
While my world was oh quite sad,
Filled with anguish and more of a dome.
A shell that only surrounded me
Leaving me to my world to see

The reason it hurt so bad,
Because in your world,
I was just another cast in your shadows.
In mine, was you, for in which I would go to the gallows.
When someone is more deeply rooted to another, for the lack in their world.

In light of recent events.
Lauren Leal Jun 2016
A bleeding poet, a pained writer
Burning the pages, red splatter
Another Story, of atrocious pain
In that, words we gain.
Writers, seemingly find themselves having far-more writings in the notions of a bad memory.
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