Always festive, aren't you?
Wriggling through to see the light.
But what you don't see are the stars all around you.
You're blinded.
Blinded by your own bubbly light.
Child, calm down,
and you may start to see
what's already there all around you.
Diamonds shining through you,
Filling you with such warmth
Such happiness.
This is an egg. This is broken (obviously). I broke it. This is how you break an egg.
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