If this is true, I thought then, what will I think?
Will I stay but rather I would get away.
I'm scared that I won't find a thing.
And afraid that I'll turn out to be alone, but I...
I have to learn, have to try, have to trust. I have to cry
Have to see, have to know that I can be myself.
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