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There I was sitting in my room not aware of the hurly-burly in my way,

The dread filling up my bones as I remained ignorant everyday,

 The storm, the mist, the gray twilight of my room never brought the rain,

The power of isolation was stacked in my bookshelf were helping me with the demons I was trying to slay,

Now finally the sacred rain came as I yelled my war cry, I shook their hands and said that it was finally time to say goodbye,

The dread inside me finally went away as I look under my bed and saw the demons smile my way.

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