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Head up in the clouds...
In my mind i see my tears in slow mo falling to the ground... Evaporating into this cloud Now i am up in this Grey cloud Now i am underneath it, raining on me so wet, warm and salty Acidic waters stinging me... God gave me this imagination and a power for writing so i can express how i feel to you by giving you an image in your mind Still i can forgive you So God can forgive you Except i need you to understand i am very sensitive and the smallest of things can really hurt my deep down inside Its me and if you don't like what you see... What can i say You gotta get used to this or go the other way The choice is your choice I am a good friend i never said a word if people are backbiting they might as well murder me--- Its much less painful and less humiliating God told thee not to backbite as the punishment is worse than murder as it can kill a person emotionally or make them commit a bigger sin like suicide As only God has the right to take ones death... Vote for this poem
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