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Balloon

I have been alone in this quiet space,
yesterday,
  today,
and soon I will be tomorrow.

I wish I was able to hug you,
in a  minute,
in a second,
right now.

Distance really makes one realize how important moments are.
Whether they are
Sweet, 
sad,
or holding onto an argument for too long.

You make me remember what it is like to have faith,
when letting go of my struggles,
in the windy and mysterious skies.

Watching my struggle drift away, 
fading into clouds,
slowly falling down,
until there is no more pride to lift that struggle up,
until I finally give up and admit my weakness.


I hope that this struggle stops above you.
I hope that this balloon's shadow covers where you stand right now,

and,

POPS.

So that all the pieces hug their arms around you,
the one who knows me the most,

and you will see my struggle,
no matter how far away you may be.

-Belle Rose

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