Balloons travel farther with a lighter touch. If you want to push me away Put the pin down and just blow, Don't fight the love it lives anyway, for a time, indefinite. The reality exists in the caring, The pain exists in the acceptance of the one who cares, not in wars with oneself. We've had too many wars, And have too many scars between us. Blow, if you want to, but don't burst the balloon, its too nice....

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