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Feb 2018
Shadows are what haunt me.
Late at night,
when they cannot be seen.
Shadows are what haunt me.
Early in the morning,
when they stretch long.
Shadows are what haunt me.
Not the kind that can be seen.
Shadows are what haunt me,
my past,
and my future.
Mykenzie
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Mykenzie  18/F/Somewhere under a rock
(18/F/Somewhere under a rock)   
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