Fear
18 years
Looking over my shoulder every hour
I coward into paper
Unto them, my greatest fears
Seeing a face I haven't seen in a long time
Maybe, it's just my mind
Nevermind what tomorrow brings
For whom the sleigh bells toll
Most likely it will be in the middle
That is why I look over my shoulder
Maybe fear is telling me to end it all
So I no longer see it
I don't listen to fear anymore
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