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Bubble


You hear nothing but silence as it seeps into your ears. Dying and lonely. The bubble that protects me has kept me safe long enough. From the outside world I'm nothing but invisible. Yet the people who have a clean heart are the only to enter from this outside world. Confined on what I should or what I shouldn't say. The beauty of a new life and experience. The curiousness ligers me towards the edge of the bubble but it doesn't pop. I doesn't let me fall it lets me fly across the aisle. Not to touch or breath for my face turns white as it glides through the wind. The confidence starts to seep in. Suddenly stopping I fall lightly as a feather to the nest of my bubble. Always to come back when I am scared.

Not to make a stand I'm specifically instructed. Not to rebel or think. Just to cry as if I'm a helpless puppy who has nothing to say.  I wonder as a winged, rosy red  creature fly beyond my bubble. Good bye life. Now I understand as they said not to think. As more emotion that I have not experienced and thoughts. I die. Slowly and calmly as my white dress doesn't stain from the blood that lingers on. A shatter and a bang. The giant is coming to unlock my bubble. Running as fast as I can. This one perfect bubble is now broken. Gone…, I'm free!

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