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Free me and fly me away
My soul is trapped in feeling and I'm trying to escape
Every time you ask me
I'm fine I'm doing well
I don't usually need saving
But right now, I'm asking for help
I thought trying to be a hero
To heal me was enough
I thought one day I'll be happy
If I gave all my love
I like smiles but I don't like them on my face
I don't know why it gets hard to breathe
To be a hero I have to show that I'm okay
You'll be okay so why don't you smile for me
Lara Houssami
12-30-2020
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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.
