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I dare to walk the corridor. It's mirrored walls reflect The many lives I lived before.
So slowly, now, I walk alone Through doors by which I can detect The stifling air of the Unknown.
And as I walk, in fright, I find The darkness reigns as past light dies. The mirrors now are shattered, blind.
Oh, softly treat this silent path That beckons, yet denies All, but agony and wrath.