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I'm a sensitive cloud and i will cry if i need toWritten at 20 years old Everyone gets to me Anything can I am a sensitive cloud All my emotions bottle up They rain constanly Raining more than ever So I blubber all the time Even in the street I wear them proudly Smudging is natural I can wipe them away if i have to I am a sensitive cloud I think i get to everyone Either on their nerves Or just another way Even if things do not make them cry And i cry They say "OH MY GOODNESS u cryin again, ohhh give over will ya!" I guess me crying kinda gets to them! My husband takes the piss out of me mostly First he comforts me then if someones there he laughs at me Sometimes he even pretends that he cares Now i never know if he even did Anyways its me Sometimes they roll down them selves My brain just sends signals flying everywhere Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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