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For years, Death followed me
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like an icy shadow
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A reflection.
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Glimpses caught along city streets,
in restaurants, at social gatherings, watching television,
as I slept...
The perpetual uninvited guest,
usually ignored. Eternally tormenting,
provoking from time to time
A confrontation
From which I inevitably backed down
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But
Not before peering into a blackness
So dark
that, for years, I did not even recognize it.
Couldn't see
that I was looking at
Nothing.
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Gradually, It drained the life
from me
Until there wasn't enough left to hold on to.
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So, finally, I succumbed to Its coercion
And invited Death to move
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into my apartment.
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But nothing happened.
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Because It had settled in long before.
And we lived together
for nearly three more years
Inseparable
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Along city streets, in restaurants, at social gatherings...
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And I was truly alone.
Eventually, I came to recognize Death's anonymous emptiness
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The abyss
I had so carefully prepared
for myself.
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And in unveiling its vacuous nature,
I revealed
A void
that could no longer be unfilled.
So,
I demanded my life back
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from the entity
that had not really stolen it,
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but had only
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Pushed it away.
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