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Babbs of Balloons
Words of the world don’t comfort,
they have no power to heal.
If a fire is blazing brightly,
blood is thrown does billow.
I wish I knew all answers,
so I could know myself.
Understand the reasoning behind,
the world’s motions and hidden pride.
Rage boils in my soul,
within no end it hurts.
While people cry and try to help,
but only help me to learn.
I hate the people in this life,
none of them understand.
The evil in the world,
consumes.
