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Aug 2015
I've waited for the knock on the door.
I could hear the sound of footsteps coming down the hall.
I'm awakenedΒ Β in the night by the sound of screams
They're coming from the next room.
Hollering my name.
I feel its presence getting closer.
My cries cannot be heard over its sound.
It's ruthless in pursuing me.
Like an officer pursuing a criminal.
My determination weakens.
I give in to its capture.
embracing eternity.
Forever singing, fearing no more.
facing  death, unknown illness. Lonely
George Maris
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