My Shadow
It was a very beautiful day,
How the cold wind hits my face and the sun so bright.
Oh I wish it would last , then I see a shadow. A shadow on my left.
“Who are you?” I asked innocently
“I am you.” said the shadow in a rough voice.
“No, you can’t be, I can not be as dark figured as you.”
“But it is the truth, my friend.”
My eyes widen as it tried to swallow me.
I ran away from it, felt as though I have ran for hours or days.
Then the dark figure caught up with me,
however no longer on my left but the center from which I stood.
It’s a lot darker than before.
Then it smiled, for I was cornered like a mouse cornered by the felion.
“ I do not want to become such a veil creature as you!” I cried
It didn’t respond but lifted its arms up as if it seeks a hug from me.
The next thing I knew,
It has taken me into its arms and consumed me.
I have become what I am now. The dark shadow.
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