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Death
He follows me he stocks me,up and down the streets back to me house.
I want to get away to get out of his sight.
I run to my room and sit on my bed thinking everything is fine.
Then my door opens I know its you it cant be anyone else they are already gone.
I sit and wait knowing I cant run anymore.
You are now in front of me you ask me why I don't run like everyone before me has done.
I tell you there is a first time for everything you laugh and tell me you have seen it all I agree you are death after all.
You look at me like somethings wrong but no just like my family, my friends you`r gone and just like that morning here now all I can do is prepare for you return.
