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February 18, 2013
I really, really want to be a balloon. 

Just a balloon that a little child let go of. Then I could float away, never worrying about what I have to do or where I have to go. I'd bob along without ever making a choice.

I would see the world from an entirely new perspective. Float across oceans and hills and pretty places full of pretty people. And then, one day, I would encounter a sharp branch and I would pop. And that would be all there was to it.

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You are the sharp branch. I am the balloon.