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Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image. my shadow follows me,
like thunder follows lightning.I rise and I fall,
I breathe and I sleep,
I give and I take—yet it never deserts me.
but sometimes, it
seeps inside my vessels
and I end up with a
lot of noise.just sometimes, it
finds its way into my
heart and—
I fall on my knees.many times, it
finds a home in my
mind and—
I lose all intellect.its claws sink into
my spine bites into
my windpipe, until
all that's left is a
piece of me—a piece of nothing.
I'm the shelter,
it's the refugee.I've lost count
of its settlements:
of memories fading
away like footprints:
of how sometimes I'mno longer in control.
I follow my shadows;
for thunder never leads lightning.
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