| Renaissance |
| Shadows crawl through the darkness, Where I know they should not be. I try to get them away I try to get away But then they follow to where I move. They know what I want before I do. They know who I am before I break the surface. How is it that they can be me When I don’t even know where to begin? It would all be so much simpler To begin again, But then again I’d be worse off than I am now. |
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