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I have always been afraid of
Losing the place I call my home, Finding myself out on the streets With no shelter to call my own. I have always been afraid of Being trapped where I couldn’t get out, Claustrophobia closing in On me, trapping me like a shroud. I have always been afraid of Not giving enough of myself, Not sharing my time and my talents, Not leaving the world part of my wealth. Little fears niggling at the back of my mind Have so little meaning in an eternity of time.
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