Some knowledge were meant to be known, whilst most were meant to be secrets.
Woe to the seekers.
For they have to pay with all their hearts, soul, and sanity, and even more would never be enough.
Sometimes I wish I could know less.
To be blind to the truth and live in bliss,
unaware of the wretched things we live amongst.
But instead, I seek and continue to seek.
Until I felt sick towards all of this.
Of life.
Of society.
Of me.
I love the thrill of knowing.
Yet I yearn for the freedom of foolishness.
I know too much.
I think too much.
People say that ignorance is pain.
But I’d like to say that intelligence is pain.
ABOUT
MG is a teenager with a burning passion and lots of free time. She loves trying out new things and trying her best to excel at them, thus why she is currently a writer, avid reader, social media manager, graphic designer, reviewer, and content creator.
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