Platform
by lauren white
I have the smallest name,
one assured to carve in stone.
In the end no one's to blame,
we've all spent some time alone.
Throw my hands against the wall,
shattered glass and broken hands.
I've faught the battles, lost them all,
failed strategies and plans.
I've been stuck in heart ache,
let the last train pass me by.
Can't lose what i cant shake.
Why leave when I could try?
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