The watcher eyes are set on you
Watching through the woods
hoping to see you fall
watching to see you turn around
hoping to see you stop
wishing you would get lost
praying something would keep you stagnant
The watcher doesn't know that
you have two sets of feet
there is a shadow behind you with a map
there is a shadow that prays you find the correct route
there is a shadow that constantly tells you to keep pushing
there is a shadow that has a bag full of items to help you
Everyone has that watcher and shadow
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