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I remember being plagued with knowledge, From too young an age. I loved asking questions, even when I got sickening answers. I wrote, like I do now. A constant in my life. I wrote this one story, about a boy. Looking back, it was disturbing for an eight year old, The world fell, and the boy watched his family, get torn apart by monsters, and all he wondered was where their souls were? I worried, about death, not the act of dying, so much as the, endless abyss that lacked any sensation, that I feared would ensue.
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May 6
May 6, 2026 at 11:51 AM UTC
Ignorance Isn't Bliss, Knowledge Is Poison
I remember being plagued with knowledge, From too young an age. I loved asking questions, even when I got sickening answers. I wrote, like I do now. A constant in my life. I wrote this one story, about a boy. Looking back, it was disturbing for an eight year old, The world fell, and the boy watched his family, get torn apart by monsters, and all he wondered was where their souls were? I worried, about death, not the act of dying, so much as the, endless abyss that lacked any sensation, that I feared would ensue.
I really hate this poem, recently my ability to write is lessening. Like creativity is a finite, non renewable resource.
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16/F/Anywhere but here
May 6
May 6, 2026 at 11:51 AM UTC
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