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Seeing the light at the end of the tunnel
There is a person at the end
Sending a gesture for to me to come forward
Come forward into the light
There is only a light at the end
and not the beginning
I sense the fear coming on
like cologne covering me
in a scent that alerts
The worst and the bad
I walk into the darkness
Being pulled into images
Of my darkest days
I continue to make my way
I hear devil speaking to me
He tries to stop me
But I just keep going
and going
As I move forward
I never look back