This is my bubble. I am the center, the substance, the everything
My reality is a thought away
I say what I see, I see what I see
And then the bubble is transparent
Is that how the two of them live?
Two with distressed minds, speaking with clarity and conviction, and spouting utter nonsense. A self-appointed moral authority denouncing gossip and dismissing sinners. A young lad of grand theatrics and a melodic crisp accent.
At least they dared to say it without mediation.
Who are the sane ones now?
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