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End It - poem
Dark shadows fall over the lowly, dying figment of imagination. Tearing apart lost dreams and making all bow to its power. Like puppets on strings of hate, they play. Day and Night their every controlled move takes more of them away. Living this way means no life at all, so why keep captive your soul any longer. The shadows are chased away and the souls of all set free, with one slight move of a blade, what once was will fade.