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Sep 2014
A solid but half faded image of yourself always following.
Right behind you,
almost attached at the hip,
or feet really.

It will be there forever, it will grow as you do. Our shadows wont tell us what we want to hear but they show us who we are, who we will be in time. They show us, us, when we're lost in the other shadows of the world.

Even when our shadow disappears during the bright sunlight hours.
don't lose yourself in the world.
Sydney Marie
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Sydney Marie  28/F/Canada
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