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    I used to be afraid of the dark, I still am in a way, To not know what's out there? To wonder every day? I am afraid of the unknown, But what used to help me is,
Fear is a crack in the plaster It stares heavily Smiles menacingly Just waiting For me to notice Once I see it, I can’t look away It draws my eyes like a moth to a flame I imagine its depth
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