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It creeps around the 

Corners of my mind,

Blindly lurking amid

Harsh shadows and

Childhood memories,

Waiting there to 

Devour them whole,

It's laughter echoing

Throughout the empty

Cavernous halls where

There was once life

And personality,

Now haunted by 

Shadows from the 

Past that reach their

Icy claws, 

Fingers questing,

Wanting to grasp

At the human soul,

To rip it into shreds,

Desire running delirious,

Waiting to wear our 

Skins as their mask,

To live their broken

Half-lives through

Ours, but it is 

Unnecessary.

They will always

Be remembered.