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They Live

Dread.
A sickening feeling, churning inside,
swirling and spinning endlessly
around, sucking out the very
life of its victim.

Fear.
Nights full of blinking eyes,
prayers for rest, prayers for
peace. But the night burns
hot while the ice sets in within.

Worry.
An itch that seems to find no
cure. Haunting… waiting.
It follows in twitches and
anxious, nervous glances.

Sorrow.
It runs through tears, uncaring
of time, a flood that seeps
through all cracks.
Spreading waves upon the shore.

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