Shadows

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Have you ever felt like your shadows are something unreal, silent stalkers, following you, mimicking your every move. Waiting until you are most vulnerable, at your weakest point to finally get its hands on you. The hands it has been using to mimick you all of your years.

Have you ever been choking, and feel like something is gripping your neck, stopping you from breathing, but once it subsides you never seem to cough anything back up. It's the shadows. I know it's them, people call me paranoid, but I have seen what the shadows do. I have seen them stab people in their hearts, but to the people who don't see them, it's called a heart attack.

The shadows know I can see them, and they are coming for me. Soon, my time is up, but I have written this so whoever finds this with my mangled corpse will know the real truth. Never trust the dark figure that follows you by your side every day. It isn't your figure, it is a preying stalker ready at any moment to strike and take you.

I can feel the shadows coming, they will soon take me. The air is cold, and the darkness is devouring the room. They are standing behind me, I can feel it. They are ready to torture my corpse. Shadows... Shadows... Sha

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