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                     Red Balloon

All I know is that people come and go. Friends and strangers. There  are stories about what happened to them. How some escaped and some fell in love. I wanted to escape I wanted to run away. I wanted to run away until one day, a little girl took me and tied me around her wrist. It was strange to see all the joy I brought her even tho I did nothing. She brought me home and gave me a face. She twirled I was right there with her, dancing at her side. She ran, played and laughed all with me by her side. This little girl, no, my little girl loved me. I felt alive more than I ever have before. I fell in love I never wanted to leave her yet something wanted to take me away from her. When it was with her it seemed to be a life time but in reality it was merely and or two. I think the wind blew me away, up into a lonely dark place. I felt scared and alone.I missed my little girl. I want to be there with her so I didn't have anything to fear. But the sky witch I'm in is so far. She's gone. My little girl is gone. She is probably missing me as much as I'm missing her. I bet she saying "Balloon come back, don't leave me. My red balloon I'll miss you."

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