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Date Written: September 3, 2017

Darkness is all I see

The cold is all I feel

I am on my knees

Is all of this real?


I am blinded

And so are you,

Be reminded

The sky is blue.


The mask on which I wear

I fear you wear too

Be still, for it may tear

And you may see an ugly truth.


Before you go,

Listen to me now

For this you must know

Do not let your mind make you bow. 


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