Polluted Bubble

The bubble is there
It is unseen
No one can feel it but me
It is my own personal bubble
It keeps me seperated
It holds me back
I see the things going on around me
They don't affect me in the least
I hold on tight to my cheast
Breathing in the polluted air
My bubble is slowely suffacating me
I need out
I must get away from the bubble
I must let myself feel
I must get away

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