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I am weary of the water, terrified in the night. Horrified by bugs and a coward on a flight. But if you were to take my hand, and guide me through it all, I'd go through life with my head held high- not once afraid to fall.
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Jan 22, 2010
Jan 22, 2010 at 5:53 PM UTC
Fright
I am weary of the water, terrified in the night. Horrified by bugs and a coward on a flight. But if you were to take my hand, and guide me through it all, I'd go through life with my head held high- not once afraid to fall.
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Jan 22, 2010
Jan 22, 2010 at 5:53 PM UTC
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