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Stuck in the darkness... calling for help
No one could hear me... or feel the pain I felt...
I know this too... But I'm not feeling well
Tell me: "They love you," But I no longer love myself
I'm not gonna smile in your face... then go home and cry...
Can't you see the tears that hide beneath the lies?...
Every night I sleep, I think of being dead ...
I know there are ones who love me, but I don't love myself.
Lara Houssami
10-27-2017
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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.
