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Dementors

The dementors are always waiting, watching
For the slightest chink in my armor
They are merciless and soul-sucking
I've been in their path before
They reinforce my deepest fears
And try to grab me in their 'dread' hold
Cloaked in black, they prey on me
Much like the grim reaper would
If he were at my threshold.
They turn my life essence to ash
And my will to live to naught
To overcome them takes a lot.
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