My mind often slips away into your bubble,
surrounded by everything but a trouble,
or maybe, to me, it just seems as if
you know longer have to hope or wish,
and I think to myself
how amazing that would be,
flying through the sky so carefree,
if only he could take what's left of me,
and somehow create a reality...?
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