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A figure stands identical to me, yet painted entirely in black. It lies upon the floor, pinned to my feet. It has no face; it has no mouth. It only mimics what I do. It doesn't do anything at first since I assume It only deepened as my condition turned to cloud, until the shadow finally found a voice. It began to speak, its murmur, it's even louder a wandering void heavy upon my shoulders. I kept talking about nothing. I kept screaming to get away from my head I kept offering words that dissolved before they could form Bleeding transparency into a room that wouldn’t listen until one day, the shadow of myself vanished. The weight lifted from my shoulders. And only then did I realize I was the one who had final death
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May 20
May 20, 2026 at 7:07 AM UTC
Monologue of Shadows
A figure stands identical to me, yet painted entirely in black. It lies upon the floor, pinned to my feet. It has no face; it has no mouth. It only mimics what I do. It doesn't do anything at first since I assume It only deepened as my condition turned to cloud, until the shadow finally found a voice. It began to speak, its murmur, it's even louder a wandering void heavy upon my shoulders. I kept talking about nothing. I kept screaming to get away from my head I kept offering words that dissolved before they could form Bleeding transparency into a room that wouldn’t listen until one day, the shadow of myself vanished. The weight lifted from my shoulders. And only then did I realize I was the one who had final death
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May 20
May 20, 2026 at 7:07 AM UTC
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