Shadows
They find me
Right outside my gaze
And flee when I look
They haunt me
But won't show their faces
Though always there
I am no different than they
For eventually we all sink—
Sink into the shadows of our own existence
The afterlife
The afterthoughts
The shadows that I see
They call me
They are waiting
They want to set me free
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