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I am the way one feels when identifying a loved one's badly decomposed body. I am the grave markers scattered across the highways and backroads of this country. I am the person you feel watching you in a empty room. I am the equal and opposite reaction. I am the voice you thought called your name when you were home alone. I am responsible for your realization that lifes one guarantee is death. I am the mirrors reflection in a pitch black room. I am the unexplained images captured on film. I am the shadowy figure behind the curtain in the attic window. I am the blood stains left behind at every crime scene and the fresh ink drying on every suicide letter. I am Zach. Death will come for me. Will I go to heaven were the angels fly away or decend to hell were the atheist learn to pray.