Prologue

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Phoebe's POV
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I'm living by the words 'don't dwell on the past'. A lot has gone wrong in my life, too much for any sixteen year old. And the only way to get rid of these (what can I call them...) upsets-- that are weighing me down-- is to let them fly. I have 7 blue balloons in the corner of my room. The plan is that each night I'll have one less worry as I send my problems up, far away into the sky. Words can travel far and fast so I'm hoping that my words will travel far enough to be forgotten. Now you may be wondering how much trouble I've gotten myself into, well let's just leave it at: trouble has its ways of always finding me first.

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Hi! This is my first story and I hope whoever is reading likes it! It still needs a lot of work but I'd appreciate any feedback...
Enjoy <3
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