April 25, 2013

Last night I was killed by my curiosity. It had been following me for quite some time. It had been raising the hair on the back of my neck when I was left alone, it stirred and burned and twisted me up, it ignited me and filled me with a lust for knowing. My curiosity lured me in and I couldn’t resist it, I couldn’t turn away, so regrettably desired, some consolation for my doubt. God only knows why I wanted to find it, but I gave in.  

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