A Balloon I am

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There are some specific moments you want arms of that specific someone around you. Those moments you feel empty, like a vessel waiting to be taken over. You feel light,  lighter than a balloon, just waiting for the air to pull you towards itself, relaying on that tiny pinch that's holding you, a moment of distraction and the string slips from their hand,   you fly away. The question thrown,  Why did you fly away?  I want to know, "Why weren't you careful?"

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