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By LoLa
Sometimes I feel the mountains rising up
They hold me down and bleed me dry
Broken eyes and beaten lies give way to open cuts
Im split wide open by every moment that I chose to die
This is the broken path to the inner wealth and being myself
This is my chance to reclaim the light I lost a long time ago
No safety, no sanctuary; my broken heart and mental health
The only thing i really know; i’ll take these dreams and let them go
Copyright © Laura Dee | Year Posted 2018
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