Stephanie Buchanan Biography

The passing glances, the muted screams, the iron curtain separating them from each other....from themselves.
Her back presses against the wall built between them, exhausted from running
Running to escape from it's confines, running towards a solution.
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The sun burns my eyes but I continue to stare
I watch the bridges I set on fire crumble one by one behind me
My cage is built and locked, except I stand on the outside yearning to be in
The soles of my feet are cracked, yet I refuse to kneel
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Twice I’ve turned my back on you and twice you’ve handed me the keys again
Like a child, I throw my toys in the rain, their temptation washes slowly away
Exposed are the selfish delusions I assigned to each
My indifference is paralyzing
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when I fell, your strength kissed my bruises
when I got lost, your promises brought me home
when I forgot who I was, your reflection reminded me
when I reached for you, you pulled your hand away
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