Its beautiful
In its own way
not knowing a danger in this
dangerous world
Being oblivious
Its a virtue people tend to lose
As you grow
you learn
Horrors best left
untold
They haunt you
lurking under your bed
waiting you to fall asleep
Cause when your sleep
you seem vulnerable
you are vulnerable
They use it against you
toy with your mind
Twist it
until
you're
different
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- Leah Skye
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