Bubbles;

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by bloodyhuntress

by bloodyhuntress

                                        
                                                  I used to stand in the platform; 
With my head high; 
With a brushed hair; 
With a cleaned teeth; 
Confidence overflowing; 
Praises here and there. 
I used to say all my bubbles; 
Express them ; 
Thinking its acceptable; 
Thinking its no big deal; 
Until someone decided to pop
My bubble; 
Until someone decided to stand angrily and point a finger at me; 
Say things to me; 
Things that not ever did I imagine 
That i'll be hearing; 
That i'll be receiving. 
His words cut my skin; 
My bone; 
My flesh; 
My soul; 
I used to be the girl who thought 
Being open is good;