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Alone The Hunter
Soemtimes-sometimes the pain gets to me;
The pain of being Alone.
It creeps up on you slowly
From the darkest corners of your subconsious
To prey upon you when you are at your weakest.
At night, in your dreams.
And when you wake it is still with you.
It's razor claws sunk deep into your heart.
It's tremendous weight dragging you down.
then, it starts to kill you.
Slowly, it eats away at your soul.
It's tiny, needle sharp teeth tearing away at your will to live.
Until the day you use the razor-
Swallow the barrel-
Dance from the rope-
And It smiles.
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