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Clouded Thought.by midey

Clouded Thought 

Clouded with my thought
Looking for answers,
I still can't find it.
Alone in the puzzle of my mind.

Clouded with my thought
Looking for answers,
I still can't find it,
I miss my smiles,
I miss my happy moment,
I miss being me.

Clouded with thought
It hurt yet I still don't know what hurt,
Wish there could be something to help,
I feel my own vomit,
When will this phase be over?.

Clouded with my thought
Who will help me out?
Tears run down my cheek
Hugging my face ever so slightly,
Answers I wish I know,
The problem I know but absently present,
I seem not to help me.

Clouded with my thought
I still don't know what the problem is,
But I know I have a situation to handle,
I need me to be strong,
So that I can have me back,
Clouded with my thought


Comments

  1. You are doing well darling... Don't stop, I gat you

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  2. Hmmmm...
    Gloomy thoughts!!!

    I can help you out baby...

    Rather than wander in despair,would you take a sip from my ENDLESS WINE OF HOPE???

    NICE one though..."thumbs up"

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