A scurry across the floor, A life of fear, Hoping that nothing is near. Small terror to many I’ve met, Maybe one day there will be understanding. But until the the big worlds, And little worlds, Will set fire to each other.
Always have questions
A scurry across the floor, A life of fear, Hoping that nothing is near. Small terror to many I’ve met, Maybe one day there will be understanding. But until the the big worlds, And little worlds, Will set fire to each other.
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