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I’m kind of confused. I wish i did not have that knowledge. Or undo it. (Can knowledge be undone?). I wish i don’t feel scared about someone i knew so well. When i was nine, i had a dream. Where everyone i know and love is a bubble. White bubbles. Surrounding me. And then one by one, the white bubbles turned black-leaving this small white bubble in the middle. Somehow in the lucid world of a dream, i knew that white bubble was me, and the dream about bubbles remains my worst nightmare ever. This is kind of how it is.

I wish i can talk, ask why, seek reassurance that no, it’s nothing. Only i can’t. Please don’t turn black, my white bubble =( For love and mercy.