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A whisper, a shadow but am I.
Always alone in my skin... It's with a heavy heart I live, for I know and see the signs of what will be. Foresight, foreboding torments me and I lie in wait, hiding for fear when it should strike me again. In a crowd I am but silence. I stand apart, invisible, plain... I am the seer... Ever alone I will walk paths twice but find different ways. I'll never be believed by those I respect. I accept this but it's with a heavy refrain. I am the seer Destined for destiny alone. No peace for me, no dawn, no comfort at all. I live in the dark, terrified and helpless, I can only watch for the future can't be changed. My eyes are my world. They rule my existence. I am the seer No one ever sees me.
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