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From out of the darkness
these figures come into sight whether a figure of your imagination or a parasite. It starts when you enter this world at least that's what I believe because within the womb no shadows can be seen. From the womb, we come into the light the exhaustion and pleasure of the group's plight it is in that instant of gentle relief that the child feels the coldness and finds bitter belief. The child looks around and opens its eyes sees something moving yet cannot recognize in a glimmer of clarity it is the edge of a knife the sound of crying brings the shadow to life. The shadow comes on and lingers next to the child in its bad learning to mimic in a pace that is mild with other babies around their shadows content with their place in the world and the time to be spent. The child grows up with the shadow following it through every hardship and pain the shadow remains unbent to stay and bring the broken pieces together to mend them as a whole for without a shadow some claim one does not have a soul. There are reasons we cannot see in the dark our shadows guide us in where to embark in the places to venture and where to go by the way who is controlling this show. Is it, you or the shadow that guides your way that fellow beside you has nothing to say yes it is content to keep its pace for it knows there is an end to this race? and at that end what of the shadow you see for that is simple and a bit playfully as your life comes to an end the shadow lingers on a steadfast friend. As an insult to a shadow who has been by our side, we are placed in a padded box then closed up with might or brought into flames or other by means the shadow is ripped and comes free of the bodies' seems. The shadow looks around but cannot see for without a person like you and me the shadow is left to wander aimlessly into the darkness for no one to see. This happy shadow who has guided and lead hears a mother pleading for someone to mend and in an instant, there is a sudden cry the shadow finds another to be by its side.
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