The nervous hand, shaking imperceptibly.
The flickering gaze. It never lies in one place.
Why does a reserved and sheepish self bubble to the surface?
You're comfortable, right? But there is always someone that'll reach in
there--down to the place no one should go.
But they do and it immerses you into a panic mode. What to do? Your resolve
is tumbling. What is there to do? No one can come in.
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