lara solis

I am the water that runs down from the mountains and falls to the seas.

I am the rays of light that illuminate your path of sorrow.
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She was listening to her brother, then 18, give his graduation speech. She saw him cry as he gave it. She admired him more than he would ever understand. She loved him more than he would ever understand as well. She had given him a poem 4 hours before, saying how much she loved and cherished him. He had wept.
A year later, she was listening to her brother scream at her, her mom, her dad and her dog. He was telling them how he thought they were all stupid and as*holes and that he cared a fu*k how much they felt like sh*t. She then officially left the table and with her left her old self. Everyone told her that she was a teenager and that she was spoiled and lazy and hard to live with. She denied none of this. She knew that she was changing, growing, and all she could do was hope that everyone else would just understand. Understand and remember. And yet, still listening at her brother bellow at the 'fu*king' world, she missed him. More than he would ever understand. She missed her old brother, her old life, the one where there weren't any problems; or at least, you were too little to understand those problems. And so she wrote her little fu*king problems, to make people understand. Understand and remember. How the world was changing. Changing and growing.
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I spoke to my mother and asked her a little sadly 'when will you go? '

So she answered me: 'whenever I have to'
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I'm surrounded by people, yet feeling so alone,

I'm eating and drinking, yet there is no taste in my mouth,
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I opened my eyes, I breathed in, I breathed out.
I lived.

I slipped in my first pair of shoes, I walked, I fell.
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do you see me pass by with the eyes on the ground and my heart in the skies?

do you see my soul cry the songs I once sang and the smiles I once smiled?
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when you heard that death came with the burden of pain, I guess you didn't feel so fond of it anymore.

when you heard that friends aren't real until they see you cry and don't cry themselves, I guess you felt you didn't have as many.
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Out of the wind came the whisper

The whisper screamed in your ear until you had to hear it
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I’ll write down my words,
‘Cause I tend to forget,
How the sun touches my skin,
And love lasts truly,
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Darkness enveloped the now dead city,

The only people who would dare set step out of their door where those who wanted the reality to hit them like a slap to the face,
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Her naked feet touched the now sweet smelling grass, slowly and gently.

Her rough hands touched the rim of her yellow dress, which covered up to her knees.
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Seeing happy faces makes me feel quite the contrary.

Seeing the flowers bloom makes me feel like I should do it as well.
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