afraid to open them
afraid to wake and cry
afraid to dream of him
afraid of every waking moment
afraid of things to come
afraid of being home and
afraid of being on the run
afraid of talking to others
afraid that they may tell
afraid telling my lover
afraid of my own living Hell
afraid of everything around me
afraid for everyone else
I pray you will never see
in person the story I tell
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