Laughter rises like bile.
It's consuming, like fire,
tortouring and unforgiving.
It's unloving and untrustworthy.
It rips you apart,
without you even realising.
It's miniacle and judging;
it's part of life.
.........sometimes laughter can be used to hurt........
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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