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The late darkness consumed the bright outdoors, feeling the emptiness. Continuing to walk the once brightly trail now covered in fear. Over the far distance, there was a quick rustling within the leaves.
"The shadows are long The shadows are dark They always lurk They leave no mark  The shadows are big The shadows are deep The shadows fall As the world sleeps The shadows return
It stands just past the edge of my vision, A thought, a shadow, a fear But it’s got no ground, no provision To retain a presence so near   If all to be afraid of is fear
I notice you like my things And it's nice....but it's also frustrating You seem to just like things that relate to me Dude, do you even read my shit? I put a lot of thought into everything I share
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