Running from the shadowed plains.
I hear voices, I hear them well.
They follow me, where ever I turn.
No matter what, they have me locked down.
In their firm grasp, I know this is the end.
I finally give up to their presence.
They whisper and curse.
"Let me help you, do the job"
They say as there slit my wrists for me.
As I bleed out, I weep.
They are
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