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Shadow
Author: Morapheum
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Shadow
I am but a shadow of you
A pale reflection of
What could have been
But shall never be
In you I found meaning
But now there are only
Ghostly memories of
Sweet laughter, now
Spoiled by treacherous
Memories, promises forged
Into daggers that cut at
My heart, but fear not,
The damage is done, and
So well have you wounded
Me that there shall be no
More woundings, for you see
You cannot break
What does not exist
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