In my bubble
Alone.
A world of bubbles
Floating by.
Deep inside,
We hide
In our thoughts;
In our bubbles
Alone.
Floating bubbles;
Decorations
At a silent party.
We hide inside,
Insulated,
Isolated.
Let eyes meet
Let smiles greet.
Pop bubbles, pop;
Release us
To share
To smile, to laugh;
To live
Together again.
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