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Jun 2015
I'm a bubble. A tiny bubble filled with anger, sadness and every negative emotion. As the days go by, I grow bigger and bigger, waiting for the point where I pop... And I will be gone, forgotten, reduced to a few tiny drops of nothing, that soon will evaporate like water on a hot plate. That, what was once a bubble, will soon be a vague memory.
Davy
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Davy  22/M/The Netherlands
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