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A knock on the door

There is a knock on the door
Our eyes are cast to the floor 
We don't understand any more 
What is all of this even for? 

Time is quickly running out
We do know what it's about 
That knock freaked us out 
It's opportunity's lil' scout 

The door should open wide 
And we should go for the ride 
But we'll just cower and hide 
As fear drowns us like a tide. 

◄ Insecure

Distant ►

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