There is always a screen. A translucent film separating us; a bubble with a rainbow on its surface. Beautiful. Tragic. Laughs that echo within, cheeks rosy from the laughter, or is it just a reflection from the screen? Pause. Reflect. Which one of these are your true friends? The film keeps caving in on me. Until it becomes me. I am the screen. I am the film. I am the bubble. I am the shield. Until it consumes me. Now, what am I? I am nothing.
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