Distance
The winds rapid in speed
My fear is coming near
Latching on the rough leather strap
On my backpack
Nervous
Uneased
The shadows overcame me
No matter where
They follow near
Only at night is where the creeps are in sight
Stuck in the middle like a name
Where is my Logic?
When I'm out of my mind
Caught in a past life
Can't depart from it
When grey clouds cover my sunshine
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