filled my life with fairytales
where balloons could win over evil
and childhood was endless:
endless days of happiness,
endless amounts of friends,
enless possibilities,
and endless amouts of balloons.
the future was not to be seen,
in a land far, far away,
a story book life
filled with ballgowns and princes
and enough balloons to share.
now i only have one balloon left,
and i already gave it to you.
grow up and blow away
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