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Not His Fault

Again and again the monsters creep out
Again and again I'm filled with doubt
'Did I escape sane?
Do I still remain?'
I don't know. I barely care. I want to shout

They always get away
Anonymity is their way-
'In that dim light
Might is always right'
There are some truths, that unfortunately remain

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