The Shadow
Midnight in the city, many people still wandering about.
I happen to be one of those people, I began to doubt.
Upon realization that the crowd around me was missing something,
I turned around to look down at the ground, and saw...nothing.
There wasn't an outline, nothing following me behind,
I swear that I wasn't blind
Was this real or my imagination?
I couldn't find the right explaination.
I began to run far and wide throught the street.
Ignoring the fact that I needed to eat.
I felt I could run for an eternity.
This place held so much serenity.
I than began to realize that was the key.
That I simply wasn't ment to be.
My shadow and me.
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