Lauren Walling Poems

My life is still at the root of a glacier
I find my self in deep stare at the cover of my own book yet to be untold...
My book is thick my book is heavy over weighing the good from bad....
this book seems to be told in fine print with a warrant
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why must everyone beg to be similiar
when in my mind we were only put in this transistion to stand out
why must i hate myself for loving him,
when he should hate him for letting me go..
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