What is this shadow?
This constant shadow;
It's always blocking the rays.
This inseparable gloom...
Follows me,
Haunts me like a ghost.
Casting endless darkness,
It makes for dull and sullen times.
Will there ever be more
Than these dreary, dismal days?
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There has to be light to have a shadow .
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