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Running away from the fear of the shadow Running away from the face of death. Losing myself to the fate of the helpless Losing myself to this fate that I've met.  Keeping my way on the path that I've set. Pausing only to make sure I didn't forget The way that I've chosen was made for the hopeless. Always aware of the fate that I've met.  A scream echoes out from the cliff next to me. Ignore it, I say, because I'm aware I know what will happen if I look out the edge. I know what will happen if I bother to care.  The silence still follows me, even out here. The silence will follow me through Heaven's gate. The silence is with me, it's in me, it is me. The silence has always forever been my fate.  Somewhere I hear it, the scream I ignored. Somewhere it's out there, behind me I know. Somewhere I hear it, the scream is the storm. Somewhere it's coming, it's me it's here for.  Losing myself in the wake of my terror. Losing myself as I try to escape. Losing myself as it haunts me forever. Losing myself as I meet my fate.  Running away from the fear of the shadow Running away from the face of death. Losing myself to the fate of the helpless Losing myself to this fate that I've met

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