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The story of Little Balloon.
Usually, people would ask for help. Or talk to a nearby friend. But for some, they don't tell anyone how they feel. They keep everything inside, almost like filling a balloon with air.
In this balloon, is all the teeny tiniest things asked and expected of the small balloon. "Study for that test so you get a good grade!" "Could you keep this a secret?"
Chances are, the balloon is asked enough to fill it up huge, like air being blown into itself, expanding to hold the contents. But this balloon can't be tied at the end, for it is still being asked of things.
It continues to fill, and becomes full with the wants and asks of others. She wants this, he wants that. What does this not so little balloon want now?
Does little balloon sound like it's under a lot of stress now? Litterally about to burst from the expectancys blown into it? Little balloon can't do anything, and wants it all to stop.
Eventually, Little Balloon explodes from all the little stupid wants and needs of others, the things expected of Little Balloon caused him so much desire to leave it all behind. He gave up, and just
Hey, this is kinda depressing. But if you're reading Pen Pals, you know I'm not having much of a fun time this week. And about this, it just came to me. I kinda just had to write it, yanno? Get it off my chest. It's sort of a rant, but at the same time I turned it into a...don't remember what kinda poem this is. If you don't like it, I'm not in the mood to give a fuck. If you like it, thanks(: