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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.
