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Haunted........

I am haunted by the thoughts............I am haunted by the beliefs............I am haunted by the approching hours...........I am haunted by the notions i believe in.I have no fear but I am haunted of living..I am haunted by death................I am haunted by Pain ..........I am Haunted By the Raids Of emotions On my Heart....................I am haunted By own shadow...........Why?I dun know .....I dun wanna know....The thought haunt me..............Keeps Haunting me...............I am strangled By the these eerie feelings >....................I am bound by shackles.....Even the spirit is suffocated........I need to break free But how..........................Explain? My last wishes...................Tell me the way of peace.........................................May the souls lie in rest...............Let The sacro-sanct World face the tomorrow...........Feel it ........feel the pain that we have inflicted on others.for we have to.Conscience the Inner Voice makes a prophecy......The truth will conquer irrespective of who you are............The creatures of the night beware!The bell is ringing I can hear it.Press ur ear hard against ur heart..not possible but i don't know why I can hear it.its getting louder................Its crying loud ready to unleash the Ultimatum for all....Time is fleeting .I am strangled It is approaching me..................

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