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Death is but a shadow that follows us all That hot breath against our neck when we know someone is there That feeling of being watched when we are all alone in the dark We fear it, or at least most of us do. But there is nothing to fear, except fear itself.
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May 29, 2017
May 29, 2017 at 6:45 AM UTC
Mr. Grim
Death is but a shadow that follows us all That hot breath against our neck when we know someone is there That feeling of being watched when we are all alone in the dark We fear it, or at least most of us do. But there is nothing to fear, except fear itself.
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May 29, 2017
May 29, 2017 at 6:45 AM UTC
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