I dont see it

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Shadows cross the path ahead,
Shadows of not the living, but of the dead.
Darkness covers all I see
Except the moonlight above me.
Footsteps creeping up behind,
When I turn, no one I find.
Whispers I hear to my side,
No place to run, No place to hide.
" This isn't real ", it's often said.
But it's even worse if its in my head.