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today, i'm balloon boy and you're helplessly, selfishly, righteously suscribed. i'll carry myself with an ego inflated, pulling me from the ground, up-from-earth, and i'll speak with brute insistence, with fire spilling up my throat. but you don't get it, some don't even try. nervous fear balloons me-- i've never cared about the height, i'm just scared of falling. my toes have always been dragging against concrete. i walk with the weight of a hospital bed, just like you. i'm fragile, just like you. i'd like to be living soon, and not just alive. i've made this speech before. i'm a villain with daddy issues. moreover, though, i'm socially awkard. i'm so immature. i can't just camouflage, i can't just blend. i'm so scared of vanishing. i speak in clutter, but can you understand?
Who I'd like to meet: