Kerrious

When Curiosity Doesn't Kill You……YOU LEARN. More Than Just a Breathe of Fresh Air

I’m riddled

With this creeping

Feeling

Shaking

Like a thief

In the night

Floating

On helium

Singing

My pain

Into gold

Even if I grow old

Let the story be told

A thousand eyes

Was my demise

Staring

Me to death πŸ’€

Let it be known

I’ve shown

The truth

And have the proof

To tear you apart

Like you did us

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