Fear of the Unknown

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Here we are,
Standing here,
With nowhere to go,
And everything to fear.

Barely breathing,
Barely holding on,
Where the road will lead,
Is a mystery to all.

Is that what we're scared of?
The fear of the unknown?
The fact that our path
Has yet to be shown?

I know that things
Will work out in the end
The times will get better,
And my help I will lend.





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