lara solis Biography

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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