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The Height Of Balloons

I was your balloon, You had me so high. My head overflated, filled to max capacity. You couldn't have possibly known just how you made me feel. My neck attached to a string clinched tight in the center of your hand. Then all of sudden. Pop. You couldn't possibly have known how bad that hurt
The Height Of Balloons

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