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My Own Shadow Stalks Me
Shadowing me
A small skinny teen
toes painted vibrant red
Hair sown to her head with a needle and thread
Eyes dart towards the pavement
Her feet demanding her brain enslavement
She stops when I stop
And talks when I talk
And even follows when I walk
But all though she stalks me
She can't and won't define me
Shes just what people like you see.
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Powerful.
Powerful.
"But I hoped he would notice me, Talk to me like before...."<
Amazing
When I read this, it made me think of the raggedy Ann dolls that would always somehow appear in my house no matter how many times I get rid of it. Everywhere I turned it was there. I felt as though it was my shadow, always follwing my every footstep. Amazing read. Thanks for writing it. :D
Thank U
No thankyou for reading it BVBArmySgt2012 :)