Everyone chases after something,
it's either love,
or hate,
or just SOMETHING.
We see the bubbles of our dreams,
and we run after them trying to capture them forever.
But when we reach those bubbles, POP
They disappear right in our hands, and we are left with nothing until we chase another one again,
In an endless cycle, till we die.
Oct 26, 2020
Oct 26, 2020 at 11:51 AM UTC
Everyone chases after something,
it's either love,
or hate,
or just SOMETHING.
We see the bubbles of our dreams,
and we run after them trying to capture them forever.
But when we reach those bubbles, POP
They disappear right in our hands, and we are left with nothing until we chase another one again,
In an endless cycle, till we die.
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