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Importance of the Moon

My poison is rolled white paper pollution
I preform self surgeries using bandaid solutions
most days I feel useless like the lifeless youth
that left home a second too late or a moment too soon
I wish I knew the importance of the moon
would I question my every move
or move on
life is the balloon my parents put in my hands to hold on
I grew and I flew into new horrizons
I blew smoke and I choked on the fumes that rised
where do balloons go when they die?
I went shopping for a coffin but they didn't have my size
I realized I was in the kids section and I cried
who am I?
Written by CircleDanceSquared (AlyssaJane96)
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