I can’t help my curiosity,

as you are shrouded in nothing but mystery.

So I follow you as you make your way home,

keeping to the shadows to remain unknown.

I want to learn all that you do,

and anything that pertains to you.

In hopes that I learn a secret of yours,

and hope that for me it opens new doors.

As my life is boring and without action,

so I need to know for my satisfaction.

But I never expected something so dreadful,

and now I have to be extra careful.

Because if you know that I know what you did,

my parents would end up with one less kid.

 

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