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My bubble will pop, It hurts. It’s okay for now, made of steel. The more you shake it The more I doubt it’s durability Rose coloured glasses, They said I’m fragile, They said. I am. If you drop a plate, it chips. When it finally cracks, You put gold in the crevasses, Say that it makes it more beautiful. Load of ******** I said. Rose coloured glasses, They said You’ve changed, They said You’re stronger now, They said. Life, It shakes my bubble So hard sometimes, it makes me fear earthquakes less. See, I need my glasses to see. Rose, Blu-ish… Did you know green’s my favourite colour? Green coloured glasses. The grass is always greener in someone else’s yard. Seems everyone’s bubble has popped They’re waiting for mine to drop.
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Sep 7, 2021
Sep 7, 2021 at 8:38 PM UTC
I said.
My bubble will pop, It hurts. It’s okay for now, made of steel. The more you shake it The more I doubt it’s durability Rose coloured glasses, They said I’m fragile, They said. I am. If you drop a plate, it chips. When it finally cracks, You put gold in the crevasses, Say that it makes it more beautiful. Load of ******** I said. Rose coloured glasses, They said You’ve changed, They said You’re stronger now, They said. Life, It shakes my bubble So hard sometimes, it makes me fear earthquakes less. See, I need my glasses to see. Rose, Blu-ish… Did you know green’s my favourite colour? Green coloured glasses. The grass is always greener in someone else’s yard. Seems everyone’s bubble has popped They’re waiting for mine to drop.
It doesn’t **** you but it hurts like a *****
megg
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19/F/Québec
Sep 7, 2021
Sep 7, 2021 at 8:38 PM UTC
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