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I hear it coming after me, Sighing loud with all depression. I feel its sadness engulf me, Making darkness my obsession. I smell its fear, I taste its fear, Its loudly creeping saddened jeers. I see the fog hover before, It clouds my eyes, fills it with tears.
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Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 2:12 AM UTC
Evil
I hear it coming after me, Sighing loud with all depression. I feel its sadness engulf me, Making darkness my obsession. I smell its fear, I taste its fear, Its loudly creeping saddened jeers. I see the fog hover before, It clouds my eyes, fills it with tears.
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Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 2:12 AM UTC
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