On fear
When I hold someone's hand in a taxi -
That gives me some comfort, at least.
But when I feel like someone will shoot me
I can't wait to go back to the East.
Nothing prepares you for terror.
Nothing prepares you for it.
Let's hope for the best life - together
Let's keep the candles - lit.
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