How silently the time slips by
and when the hour’s past
how came I to this midnight end?
my soul burnt up in ash?
A blackened thing unlike myself,
and yet familiar;
some part the walk, some part gesture;
I know the shade is me.
Some doppelganger, a future I—
pale and dead, but alive—
now greets me from his unknown time.
I fear the day is nigh.
Tale Told 
Ah the doppelganger. Fear of the familiar dread haunting ones memories. But it will not let you forget. Because when you look upon their spectre, you are looking already at you.
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