We are not who we are,
We have not been for a while.
Our faces transformed into each other's shapes,
Our shadows followed on each other's steps.
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Downhill Of The Bright Side
Poetry"It was like.. I'm dancing so happily on the edge, but the fall is so painful and long." Downhills of the bright side.
Shadow
We are not who we are,
We have not been for a while.
Our faces transformed into each other's shapes,
Our shadows followed on each other's steps.
