I read. I write. Then I smile.
I saw. I still see. Then I hide.
Nothing’s new. It becomes a ghost. Then a lie.
We all’ve been this way like K1J.

Fear is a fear. It can’t be courage.
But it shows how you manage.
To respond or to give a LIT, trying not to get a savage.
We’re KSK who shows sharing and harmony.

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