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I do not want
to go
out there.
Not that anybody
Really
Cares.
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Going out there
fills me
with so much fear.
They are out there
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Watching your
every move with
a cold stare.
Do I even dare?
To go out there?
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To face them again?
Did I not do so
the other day?
Oh, why must I
leave
here
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and go away?
My fears are building.
When I should
just be
readying.
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The sun shines so brightly.
But being under it out there
is so
frightening.
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The winds blow in here.
But out there
so much harder they blow.
They just may
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blow me away.
Who would know to even
Who would know to even
save
me, anyway?
Out there is rather
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deadly.
Oh, woe is me,
I cry
as
I start to
ready.
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