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September 22, 2009 @ 1:08 am
oh my god! youre pregnant!
September 22, 2009 @ 7:59 am
No I’m not pregnant!
Why is everyone assuming that?!
September 22, 2009 @ 8:02 am
Rough translation:
Hello Baby
Maybe love comes in the form of balloons.
Breathe all your air into them
and if you get out of breath, we can take turns.
Tie them carefully so that they don’t burst –
Red, blue, yellow…
Brightly colored love soars up into the sky.
At times, let it be flown by wind.
At times, let it be hit by rain.
For wherever it someday chooses to descend,
You and I will always be together.