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Apr 2017
That dark shadow,
leering over your shoulder.
You feel its presence,
you know its methods,
and worst of all
you know its inevitability.

Emotions set in and
its hold tightens and
your thoughts are in chaos and
you're tangled in the grasp of your own fear.
Written by
Spectre  18/M/North-East England
(18/M/North-East England)   
386
   Glass
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