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Dressed in a Santa suit.
No room for that big soft lap.
I don't want him in my head.
He makes me sad,
Sadness is heavy.
It makes me tired,
And then I can't soar.
There is only room for me and my balloon,
and that feeling.
"00 you want to go?"
No.

No!
It is my 18th year.
My father, he dies,
He took my balloon and filled it with dust.
But that didn't matter,
because I was numb,
And I couldn't soar,
and I couldn't think.
My body was so tired,
I just wanted to sleep,
Sleep.

The days have passed
And the years.
For a long time I couldn't soar,
Maybe I just didn't want to.
Little by little I have managed,
to remove the dust,
From my balloon,
Particle by particle
By particle.
It will never be completely empty,
My balloon.
But it shouldn't be, rather
I don't want it to.
I'm not so heavy anymore,
And I'm beginning to find room,
Room for Father, Grampa and even the little
Fireflies.

Fireflies!
Their light is beautiful,
It is life.

I think it's almost time for me to fly.

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