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Apr 2019
my mind is full of clouds
but they are not the good kind,
no
they are the kind that suffocate me
they taunt me and humiliate me
leave ***** whispers as lovers in public
but these are not sweet whispers
they are lists of why iā€™d be better gone
i wish i could say what they tell me
but these clouds would devour me whole
alexa j l
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alexa j l  18/F
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