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    I used to be afraid of the dark, I still am in a way, To not know what's out there? To wonder every day? I am afraid of the unknown, But what used to help me is,
Concrete jungles and, Life without struggles Hunting for cuisine with, Sharpened green Traveling rolling canoes on, Dark gray routes
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