My balloon makes friends with all the trees
Every morning at the park
That was when I let him off his leash
Watched him fall into the sun
No balloon could ever take his place
I cried and cried consumed with grief
A slip…
this genuinely makes me feel sad. it just sounds so nostalgi…
Isn’t this one of Doofenshmirt’s backstories?
I'm sure there is an overarching theme covering the whole al…