Why are we scared?
Clostrophobic?
You shouldn't have gone in such a small place.
Arachnophobic?
Clean more often.

If fate put us here,
It could have been decent enough
to make us not afraid.
Afraid of the spider in the corner,
The Parrot eyeing you on the shelf,
Your wife urging you to fix the roof.

Fate is not always right.
Go somewhere you know
will make you scared.
You developed this fear.
You can beat it.

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