I wished the world I made was not so far.
I wished it upon a star.

I thought this could never come true.
Somehow it really happened though.
But there was something I hadn't thought through.
My own creation could be my foe.

When ever someone made me mad,
I'd think of something to destroy,
and people were disposed from this bad.
I saw that this world wasn't all joy.

Next it began to rain,
while a way out, I tried to find.
I thought I would go insane,
until I knew the source was my mind.

So the only way to set people free.
was to cause the death of me.

 
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