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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