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sometimes i see things like
dark shapes out of the corner of my eye
and when i look again,
they are gone.
and i am afraid
that i will join them
when i die
and i am afraid
that death is just a
faded existance
and i am afraid
that one day
i will be nothing
but a shadow

sometimes i hear things like
far off voices echoeing in the room
and when i listen harder,
they are gone.
and i am afraid
that i will join them
when i die
and i am afraid
that death is just a
lonely existance
and i am afraid
that one day
i will be nothing
but a soft-spoken memory

and i hope
that death is just
one step
on the staircase



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