I'm afraid of being alone
I'm afraid of not crying
I'm afraid of what I might think
I hide among people
I draw myself without speaking
I disguise myself ³ of, friviolity
Sometimes I think that somewhere
There is a child, asleep, captive, lost
I am afraid to be silent
I am afraid not to scream
I'm afraid of what might happen
I suffocate in your arms
I get cold without going out
I disguise myself with great pleasure
Sometimes I think that somewhere
There is a child, asleep, captive, lost

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