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I'm laughing with everyone now
I'm talking normally
Suddenly I don't know how
I don't know how to breathe
My throat feels tight
And my living weakens me
So, when we're walking alright
I suddenly freeze
It hurts not to have to cry
In front of people's eyes
Who don't know the things that I
Don't let them see
The dam breaks when I close the door
I can't hold it anymore
And my eyes let go of my tears
Dear light of my life
You are my biggest fear
Last tear before I die
Will you be there for me?
Lara Houssami
2-24-2020
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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.
