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The fear stays with me
I love a lot of things
Without it I'd feel lost
And a lot of people
Or perhaps just not me
And some I shouldn't
Because to be me means
Perfection steals my heart
That I have to be afraid
Type rules everything
But nobody really wants
To keep my focus
To live in fear every day
And sanity is hard
So maybe I need to change


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