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what lurks near by..

It wont mater if your walking in the sweet kisses of morning light or under the light of the moon, there is always something waiting to jump out and grab you. There is always something lurking close waiting for the right time to come out from hiding and take you by surprise, but if its in the sweet morning sun light your lest expecting it and under the the night sky that's when you wait for it. Some times you want it to come out and take you away from the world and other time you just want to know nothings there even though you know better. I know that death lurks close to anyone and everyone I know fears lurk deep in that back of are minds waiting for us to shut are eyes at night so they can become nightmares that wake us in tears. I know what lurks near by, some times I fear it and some times I want it to take me away in the silent night, there is not time to sit and hate others there is not time to sit and pity your self. Just remember there is always some thing lurking near by wait for people to lose their hope waiting to jump on us like a lion and its pray. What is lurking near by does not scare me, what does scare me is that some time I know I will let my self slip just once and that will be it thats all it takes is just once. 

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