| I’m afraid of the way I live my life.
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| I’m afraid of the way I don’t.
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| I’m afraid of the things that I want to do but I won’t.
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| I’m afraid of God.
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| I’m afraid to believe and I’m afraid of all the loved ones that I’ve made leave.
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| I’m afraid that my dog doesn’t love me anymore.
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| I’m afraid of the social laziness that let Kitty Genovese die.
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| And I’m afraid of the mob mentality that makes otherwise normal people go blind.
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| I’m afraid of the way that the world works and I’m afraid of the words in my
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| notebooks.
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| I’m afraid that you all know that I am a pervert.
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| But the big red bird that lives under the city
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| doesn’t give a damn about me and it dies every night.
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| By burning alive.
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| I’m afraid of my grandfather’s cancer.
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| And I’m afraid of my mom’s dying arm.
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| I’m afraid that I’ve somehow caused my family harm.
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| I’m afraid that the ones I love won’t have enough.
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| I’m afraid that the ones I love won’t have enough.
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| It’s harder to be yourself than it is to be anybody else.
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| I wish I were a little less of a coward but the big red bird that lives under
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| the city
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| doesn’t give a damn about me and it dies every night.
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| So I bought a knife.
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| I am a knife. |