One day I read a chain letter,
yet as how much i hate them,
This one was deep.
"Friends are like balloons, once you let them go you can't get them back".
So have I let go of the many balloons I once hold so tightly?
or is it that now I'm weakly holding on,
As slowly I hold the strings attached to the balloon tighter and tighter?
And like a kid in a festival,
I slowly get more balloons...
And slowly hold tighter to them,
As they might hold my string tigher too?
Or... Have they already let go of my string?
A chainletter that turns to a poem



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