The price of knowing is a sin in the making.
We recognize and idolize till words crash
and opinions collide.
We have brought havoc upon ourselves.
Still, we remain curious of the doors we
have opened in our sleep.
Do you have the courage?
The courage to find and seek the truth,
when you know its a sin?

-------- breadstyx

I'm doing fine
I love singing but could never sing in a crowd
Writing is another hobby I have
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