Shadow

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She follows me in the day,
Keeping me company in my way.
I wonder where does she go at night,
I wonder if she is afraid of the light,

She reminds me that I exist,
When the world turns into a fist
That hits you until you can't feel,
The power you have within.

I see empty people passing by,
With shadows behind their back.
Not realizing all the lies,
They hide painted in black.

Sometimes I feel that my shadow,
has more light than the world.
Because she is always there for me,
when no one remembers I exist.

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