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Shadows
My life seems all about living in shadows
broken words wounded heart thoughts that have turned hollow
At every age the shadows returns
From care to fear they keep turns
They are sometimes my friend sometimes my foe sometimes they are just living next door
Though these shadows do come handy at times When we need them they do just fine At times they are a heavy burden At time...Wednesday 23rd March 2022 9:01 pm
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