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The Fear
PC (03041989 / raliegh nc)

The Fear

times ill lay around at night
poundering to myself
is he fine
is he okay

i tend to fear
for the worst
while he is there

crying myself to sleep
thinking his okay
he is safe

Truley there is always the chance
that he wont come back
that he will be dead

i fear
to hear the phone
knowing it is a call
that he will not return

and as i lay here
i keep it all to myself
bottled inside

beacuse what i fear
is the reality
of you not being here

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