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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