171: Balloon.
I feel like I'm a balloon.
A balloon that's ready to pop at any second without hesitation.
A balloon that holds too much.
So much that, that balloon is ripe for popping.
I don't want to pop.
Maybe it's best to let it go bit by bit.
A little bit of air at a time.
I feel like a balloon.
And I'm ready to pop.
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