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The world was small, but the days felt big. They stretched out before me like big, beautiful balloons, just waiting to be popped. Like a child, sometimes I let one go - a waste of something good, but it certainly was eerily pretty to watch float off into the ether.
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Jun 17, 2019
Jun 17, 2019 at 2:42 AM UTC
Balloons
The world was small, but the days felt big. They stretched out before me like big, beautiful balloons, just waiting to be popped. Like a child, sometimes I let one go - a waste of something good, but it certainly was eerily pretty to watch float off into the ether.
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Jun 17, 2019
Jun 17, 2019 at 2:42 AM UTC
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