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May 7, 2018

Don't fret, I'm still around.

Though I am creeping behind without a sound.

I have some things that I have on my mind, with you I may share at another time.

These things have be keeping me preoccupied.

So though I don't speak, in the background I creep, waiting for the darkness of eternal sleep.

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