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I’m scared of losing all I’ve gained, in wars I should not fight.
Against my will I have been chained but unknown the strength of might.
I’m scared of not being able, to turn your beauty down, outside blithe an carefree but truth has the tears of a clown.
I’m scared of death and all it brings, but flounce I will not, dulce et decorum est, not just my country, the lot.
I’m scared of wronging others and being the cause of anguish, I yearn for the world to feel the same, a shame the barrier of language.
I’m scared of one thing most of all, a secret I will let ya, I’m scared of losing u one day, my strength, my raison detre.
(2011)
