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Fear of the unknown.

You make a better place out of this cruel, unsafe world.

Closed doors
Who knows what’s waiting for me
Fragile floors
That will crumble if I fall asleep
 
Painted mirrors
Who knows if the reflection is real
Poisonous liquors
That will my consciousness steal
 
Broken keys
Who knows if they can ever be fixed
Chilling breeze
That will my every hope freeze
 
And uncertainty hurts like a sword
Sharpened with thousands of lies
And I know I have to face the world
But I just can’t without your eyes
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