Fear of my dear

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AN: Everyone fear someone and sometimes it is the person you holds closest, like me. I fear some of my family a beet... they know to much of my life... a life I have no control over... but they do...

Walking in the night
Staying out of sight
Always lurking
In the darkest of night
But there is one thing they do not know
One thing they were never told
We know you are there
We hear your steps
We watch you walk
'There is nothing to hide from'
'Puh' to lie is an art form
And if not perfected
Is easily rejected
So do not think we are stupid
You that lift the lid
Waking a monster
Even in a stranger
So do not tell me I have nothing to fear
Because I myself might end up fearing you, my dear

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