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I have a shadow.

It tries to move faster than I do.

It tries to fit into my shoes.

It tries to walk like I do.

It tries to walk ahead of me, even when I am standing.

This shadow hovers around my head.

It opens my books and tries to take my stuff when I am not looking.

When I am looking it reminds me that it exists.

That it can be as tall as I am.

I don’t mind that it exists.

I just wish it stops following me…

… behind my back.


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