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Mar 2016
I breathe it in from the end
Of this balloon that I'm holding
and blow it back in
I keep inhaling,
I'm finally doing it.
I'm getting out.
No more worries;
No more doubts
Because now my lungs are helium doused .
I had a dream about this and thought I'd write about it.
Written by
JayceeJellies  21/F/Under The Sea
(21/F/Under The Sea)   
   Bluebird and Got Guanxi
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