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Mr boy. Little man.
Sometimes, I feel just like a balloon.
Caught in the air
floating away from the little boy that used to be me.
911, it's an emergency!
I can't find myself!
I lost myself in this airy space.
What does he look like?
Well, he's a scared little boy.
Emotional and filled with turmoil.
I may be a balloon but I complete his soul.
You can't have one without the other.
If he's the innocence, I am the experienced.
The one who has been through the most.
Drifting between the South and East Coast.
That boy can never be alone.
He needs another host.
911!
Help me find that innocent soul!
Together, we write the most beautiful prose.
© DolorTheDaimone
Caught in the air
floating away from the little boy that used to be me.
911, it's an emergency!
I can't find myself!
I lost myself in this airy space.
What does he look like?
Well, he's a scared little boy.
Emotional and filled with turmoil.
I may be a balloon but I complete his soul.
You can't have one without the other.
If he's the innocence, I am the experienced.
The one who has been through the most.
Drifting between the South and East Coast.
That boy can never be alone.
He needs another host.
911!
Help me find that innocent soul!
Together, we write the most beautiful prose.
© DolorTheDaimone
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