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Why do I have to be like that?
Why do the ghosts keep haunting me?
Why am I the one who's always bad?
Why is that who I came to be?
My heart is always filled with envy
That's why my heart is always broken
I grew up filled with jealousy
And ugly words unspoken
I try to love them all but my heart is built like that
I'm sorry for existing I should never have
If you give me all the love my heart will never have enough
Because it knows you love them too that's why living is so tough
Lara Houssami
8-13-2019
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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.
