We all have something that we fear,
It could be heights,
It could be flights,
It could be the things that come in the night,
But the one thing,
That we share,
Is the way that we cope with fear,
We shiver and shake,
And start to sweat,
We close our eyes,
And try to forget,
But still it comes,
That sinking feeling,
The awful coldness,
Growing inside you,
Your heart stops,
You cannot move,
And the fear comes,
Closer, closer,
Nearer, nearer...
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