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Dec 2017
my chest feels like a balloon and
it’s bound to pop
sometime
i’m just waiting for the needle
(people,
much like balloons,
are usually looking for a
reason to
deflate)
"my hope was a balloon; up up up it went"
on another note, this is my 60th poem
Written by
alex  22/Non-binary
(22/Non-binary)   
172
     Glassmuncher and Megan Parson
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