"Be unassuming. Otherwise, you'll cry."

Balloon

Me — i.e, jpenseur
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There is that genuine desire to want to see people. There's is also that self-serving need to see people. When the void is there, I dont want to be an ornament. I would rather be free floating, like a ballon. Seeing all. All at once. 

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