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I am no hero, Myself I won't save In dawn's early hours I arrive at my grave Waiting he sits there He knew I would come He offers me flowers And yet I don't run My coffin it beckons Who am I to resist I am a shadow at best Who barely exists

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Mar 21, 2018

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Tags: #death #nightmare #shadow #grave

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