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The cloud of words

There is a cloud around me
I put it there myself
It hides me from the suns rays
And gives me poor health.
The cloud is dark and grey
And I struggle to get out
It wraps me tightly in it’s arms
So I can’t move about.
I build upon the clouds layers
With words that hurt and harm
I inflict this pain within my heart
And wonder what it’s about.
The sun shines brightly all around
But I am sheltered away
In a darkened room my head argues
Maybe I will be free one day

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