The Lark
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The Lark

Flowmar’s Poems

Why Am I Crying?

I don’t know why

A blue and red-colored image of someone sitting with their head in their hand, deep in thought. They look upset. The image is stylized with pixelated lines, giving it an illusion of depth.
Image by Author — “Waiting”

I knew there was nothing else
And loneliness is my personal hell
This is what I was made for

No one else can tell
That I was high but fell




The Lark shares fictional short stories and poetry

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Omar Imam

Omar Imam

Currently a student studying Software Development. I like to write about my experiences in hopes that they will help someone else or provoke thought.

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