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Death tolling at my door,
Fear is what is expected,
But is not the case.
Pain is what should be felt,
But not from me.
Such a soothing voice at my door,
Such a long dark path to follow,
Staring into emptiness,
Not a sound to be spoken.
Is this where I'm supposed to be?

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