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You think I don't hear you when you cry in the night
Because your life isn't treating you so well
You think that when your smile is so bright
I can't notice that you've been through hell
I know how you're feeling,
sometimes I feel that too
The people closest to your heart
now are trying to hurt you
But when the torture ends
And you're trying to pretend
That you all became friends
That's when they hurt you once again
Lara Houssami
2017
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Nephophilia
Poetry'Nephophilia' is the love for clouds. Clouds may seem ordinary for some people, but they aren't ordinary at all for me, and it is obvious for most of my poems have mentions of clouds in them.
