This World

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This world is cold and chills me to the bone,
Shadows lurking about will they ever leave me alone?
Wondering threw this dark maze,
People claim the agony is just a phase,
No I shall not be free of what haunts me,
This horror can not fade to just a memory,
No one will come to my aid,
And so I will simply fade...

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