Fear

What do you fear, more than anything?

Would you tell me? Or would you keep it secret?
Maybe you would whisper it,

maybe you’d shout it.
if you tell me,

I’ll tell you.
I just want to know you

and the truth.
too often I’m around

lies. Honesty would be a breath of

fresh air!

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