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The Bubbles
I couldn't take it 
 Couldn't bear it
 It had to end
 
 What these people called beauty
 This skin deep disease
 True beauty was ended to gain this
 This contagious infection
 
 Her hair grew out in ratty patches
 And her face was torn apart
 This was beauty?
 
 I had to end this
 At least one 
 From spreading this contagious disease 
 
 The woman lay face down in the water
 Lone bubbles escaped the corners of her mouth
 
 I tried to help her now
 But couldn't move
 I tried to run away
 But couldn't move
 I tried to close my eyes 
 But they were stuck open, forcing me to watch
 As lone bubbles escaped her mouth 
 
 I had been given this gift
 To see beauty
 True beauty
 As it really was
 
 And as I watched this woman drown
 I drew out the glowing purple orb
 The source of this gift
 And threw it into the water
 I couldn't take it any longer
 
 Free again I ran
 Away from the overwhelming waters
 But the bubbles followed me 
 They started slowly
 Only one or two a minute
 Then they came more rapidly 
 Attacking me
 And taking out my vision
 Until my scared feet tripped
 
 I watched from where I sat
 Crouched into a ball upon the ground
 As bubbles whirled around me
 And images and voices soon joined the distress
 As I was forced 
 Once again
 To watch the beauties go around
 And spread their infliction
 And then at last 
 It forced me once again to watch the woman drown
 And hear her pleading voice
 
 I couldn't take it
 Couldn't bear it
 It had to end
 I grasped my hands around my neck 
 Strongly taking out the air
 Until the bubbles and all around went black
 But I could never escape the voices
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