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Hot Air
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Personal (Melancholy) My ego ballooned to the skies
and was as high as the clouds.
You punched a hole in me and
made me crash to the ground.
I can’t seem to lift myself up
to regain the energy I once had.
I have nothing left in me to
face the highs and lows of life.
Then I am filled with a different
kind of air that makes me weightless.
