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What am I afraid of? The unknown? Things I can't control?
 Am I afraid to say it out loud when it's easier to just wade in the comfort of a crowd?
 How many times can I refresh the same page before I realize that I'll just get the same outcome?
 Why do I ignore fires burning in the corners of my life until the flames are about to engulf me?
 I feel like I've dulled myself through distance and distractions while
 I keep staring at the same unanswered questions hanging over my head every day
 When I try to answer them, I realize how I thought I'd be set free
 But instead, I found I was just illuminating how little I actually knew about myself
 I'm here right now, and so are you
 I might be gone tomorrow, and so may you
 This is Sudden Sky