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May 2021
holding onto a balloon
a single piece of string that my trust and hope holds onto
my grip loosening by the minute
but still hoping that i'd be at ease when this waiting finally ends
to fly higher than these clouds
even when the inevitable is going to strike
and hope and i will come rushing down to earth
still holding on for dear life
even when hope is a liar and it’s only a matter of time
but what if i don’t want to let go
even when the damage is done
love, sunrise
sunrise
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sunrise  (they/them)
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