I live in a bubble of my own

The happier I am the higher I fly

Sometimes out of nowhere

Someone reaches up and *splat*

Pop goes the bubble

And I fall tumbling to the dark hard ground.

To those I love the most, I give the longest sticks.

If I didn’t love you, you couldn’t reach me to pop my bubble.

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