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I breathe it in from the end Of this balloon that I'm holding and blow it back in I keep inhaling, I'm finally doing it. I'm getting out. No more worries; No more doubts Because now my lungs are helium doused .
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Mar 7, 2016
Mar 7, 2016 at 4:26 AM UTC
Helium High; Death Tonight
I breathe it in from the end Of this balloon that I'm holding and blow it back in I keep inhaling, I'm finally doing it. I'm getting out. No more worries; No more doubts Because now my lungs are helium doused .
I had a dream about this and thought I'd write about it.
Jellyfish
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Mar 7, 2016
Mar 7, 2016 at 4:26 AM UTC
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