Every hall I look down I see shadows.
Shadows big and small
My fear begins to grow
And the shadows attach themselves close to me.
I begin to feel myself falling onto the cold hard ground.
I force myself up as the shadows push me down.
I close my eyes and I woke up.
The shadows are gone, but my fears came back.
And I know the shadows will never stay away.

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