So I sit here boringly asking why am I walking on a balloon? And then it hits me I am not alive. I am neither dead. I am nothing. I just walk on the balloon all day long. With no one to watch, or hear me. No one to care, that I am walking on the balloon. No one to help me get up when I fall off the balloon. No one is around me. No one just to stare
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