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I spent the day in quiet thought, the time passed by like lightning
How could these musings be so fraught, how could they be so frightening?
I tried to clear the darkness, yet it fought its way back in
And that was when I realized, exactly where I’d been
Lost in shadows, I crept about, noticing things encumbered
No longer freeing, always fleeing, my soul, for sure, outnumbered
She traveled quietly, about the town, no one seemed to greet her
Eerily floating above the street, I didn’t want to meet her
Soon she vanished, without a trace, and I felt myself relieved
Still I pondered why she came, and what I, did now, perceive
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