TheRaven
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When once I took a sorry stroll,
Saddened by a tale untold,
That dreary night in mid-November.
(Why I was there I can't remember.)
While I stood there watching, waiting,
Waiting, watching while debating,
They are the reasons I am restless most nights,
While my mind ponders over such thoughts in fright,
Am I as much of a monster as my mind portrays me to be,
