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Like a big bubble, taking to the sky,
I float through life as is.
starting to open the lid,
I see what has been inside all my life.
icebergs floating through my mind
gliding as icebergs glide.
why didn't I tell him,
he could have helped.
living for myself,
has never changed.
I have never, will never
live for me again.
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