You give me butterflies...

A bubble just formed in my stomach bc I took a breathe...significant bc now I'm holding it. Never was I "a swimmer"...The trustworthiness was covered in foil and all I could see was my own reflection. The brain tissue conformed the holding place for rationale but my heart obtained hypnotic attributes, therefore creating the intentional confinement of this bubble. The invisibility of this shape held the truths about me concerning you. And every instance it's released, the butterflies beautifully land on my self-made matured security, hard pressed onto my heart.

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