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Shadows crawl,

From one crevice to an impressionable mind.

These mist of horror,

Created by mans own hand.

These beast that hover in the back of our heads,

Lurking through our most fragile moments.

Haunting us at our weakest times,

Nothing but a useless figment of our imaginations

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⏰ Last updated: Apr 23, 2014 ⏰

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