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Phobias
Eight legged creatures
the fangs and thier poison bite
or them just crawling on you in the night.
A serpent sneeking up on you
squeezing you,so tight.
Standing on a balcony
oh the fear of great heights.
Standing in a spot light
speaking to a crowd.
or being on your own
and no one cares any more.
jumping on a jetplane
flying miles into the sky
well it is only a flying tin can
thats stopping you falling from the sky.
Then theres thunder and the lighting
the gods are having a fight.
your nerves are fit to break
your sweating like a pig
your hearts beating in your chest
you are wishing you were dead
all because of the monsters
that are throwing a party in your head.
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