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Jan 2021
If you stray from the tracks,
Monsters lurk in the shadows,
Remain calm and walk right back,
Breaths become shallow,
Heart races quick,
My eyes drink in the chaos,
This forest feels sick,
The air feels bleak as the fog rolls in.
Em
Written by
Em  F/Great White North.
(F/Great White North.)   
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