Bubbles enclose us inside,
Trapping our hearts,
As well as our minds.
What they don't know,
Of the line that's been drawn,
Between life and lies.
Not the time of day, nor the time of night,
Will they see or will they ever know,
Of the things we hide inside.
If they took a closer look,
Or read what's not actually said,
Maybe just then you'd know she's dead.
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