Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

Abandonment Issues

As a child, my stomach
Filled with paranoia
And anxiety any time I
Let go of a bundle of balloons.
As I watched them disappear
In the sky, a small smile
Would escape my lips as if
I knew that someday,
I would fly too.


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Abandonment Issues

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