afraidoftheworld

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Going up to children, we ask what they want to be. Some say doctor, policmen, firefighter. Innocence is the real bliss. Going up to a high school student, we ask what they want to be.
I am afraid Afraid that every day I live I am losing out Afraid that every time I speak its nonsense coming out of my mouth Afraid that I won’t live to have sons and daughters Afraid that no one will listen
  She wasn’t really to be described as a person of order.  She was lying on her bed in the center of the room,  all the lights in her room were on, and she liked the light.
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