I trudge alone,
along streets of cobbled stone,
in the cold and gloomy night,
under a looming shadow of fright.
I know I have been there before,
unfeeling and dead as a corpse,
all cold and bitter,
when I heard a whisper.
A voice so soothing,
that a smile it did bring.
And through the darkness walked a light,
But he was was no angel and no knight.
with outstretched arms, he welcomed me,
and finally did I see,
that we were born for each other,
so many years ago -
Me and my alter ego.
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