Then, Cry
Emotions held in,
Tight, but pinned,
Tears want to fall,
But can't be seen, at all.
The balloons held in our hands,
The memories, they dance,
Let go, the balloons fly,
And for the first time, cry.
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KaceyJaceyXD
I'm a sophomore in this little town in Georgia that most of you probably haven't even heard of. Reading and writing has always been my life, but it's only been in the past few years that I've honed in on poetry. Now, I vent through it! I also have a passion for photography and community service. I would like to teach when I get out into the real world. My tidbit of advice for any and everyone would be don't take life too seriously, nobody makes it out alive anyways! Haha, have fun trolling around my profile. :) I have a wattpad, too! It's under the username KaceyJaceyXD, so hit me up there. :D
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