The bubble

I wasn't always like this. The today that floats around me like an incessant bubble is an accumulation of the dirt of yesterday that I have been trying to wash off with the water of thoughts and the soap of memories. But the more I think about it, the more it grows bigger, enveloping me in a bubble that doesn't seem to burst any day soon. Well, I should probably make it clear that it was not my fault, not my dirt, in the first place. 

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