Ballon

by Becca   Jul 2, 2006


I sit here crying because i am like a ballon. Ikeep swelling all up inside and when i cant take any more i blow up. But un-like a ballon i am alone close to the edge waiting to die. Noone here not one person to say they care or saying they love me. I draw myself from the rest of the world. But at the end noone notices

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