I hold a bunch of balloons
that I will now release -
because the helium inside of them
I really can't appease...
Red, blue and green
to heavy a load for me -
Solitude is the price I pay
to actually be free...
of the anger and frustration
that constantly weigh me down -
to soar to where I need to be
I don't need them around.
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