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Mar 2020
this cloud doesnt make a sound
but boy is it loud
it fills my body and makes it dark
made with hatred, hurt, and propane
flames explode with a small spark
this cloud says its my friend
it hugs me and says it wont let go
and it doesnt till the very, very end
Written by
hailey  16/F
(16/F)   
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