I lived my life as a shadow. Who can't live up to other people's expectations. Who only existed because of someone's light. Always second price. Every time I get my chance to be the light, my knees trembles in fright. Right then I continued to fail and be a shadow again. How can there be a shadow in the dark? How can there be a shadow in perpetual light? maybe shadows are meant to exist for someone, someone who shines.
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Love, Pain & Poetry [✓]
PoesíaI think of you. I think of you in the very depths of my mind. Like Lava you flowed through, Burning my brain cells to dysfunction. A collection of original poems and prose about Love, Pain, and Poetry.