Life in a bubble is beautiful. The inevitable pop is the only sure thing about a bubble though. Just like death is the only certainty of life. So when the trance ends, and we transcend, that is when it all truly begins.
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Have you ever loved someone who makes you feel like you are glass. Fragile and delicate but also transparent, like theres nothing within you they cannot see, it's an unnerving beautiful feeling...
That is until they shatter you...