Joyce

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Clouds form above my head,

Tears fall out my eyes.

I dont know why I cry,

All I think about is her,

More grand than anything in the world.

She means a lot,

She makes up myself.

I wonder how things would be different,

If I wasnt here; will I still make it?

I want these clouds to go away,

But my feelings wouldn't seem to fade.

All I could do now is put in faith,

Faith is key to a painless escape.

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