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Two The dark shadows followed me, no matter where I went. I could see them moving fast into the dark, keeping up with my steps and then disappear into the nowhere. I could feel there cold eyes staring at me, like a meal they had never tried but just with the simplicity of its name, wanted to have a taste of it. They always kept their distances between me. Never came too near, but I was afraid that day would come.
I went out to clear my thoughts after my tears dried and went back home when my worries where out of my head. I didn't want to sleep yet, but I made myself go to bed. I felt all the energy in me, like always. I constantly stayed up until late because of my bad sleeping habits. Every time I slept less than what I'm supposed to.
I could feel the presence of the shadows watching me, even in my sleep. As soon as I close my eyes, the voices start talking. It was always in a mumble, but
SolaceShe never slept well in the dark,
not without the children of the sun and moon
to guide her weary lids home.
Guided by the aftermath, she was always two steps behind.
What did the world look like to the girl who had been through it all?
Braved the heaviest of storms,
yet skipping over cracks in the pavement.
They said her eyes were the wisps of clouds before the storm.
To him they were reflections of pages overlooked.
She said it was like she lived the life of someone she had never met.
Laid out to dry, yesterdays news.
He knew her as the girl who was built to never collapse.
He wished he was too.
He loved her more than words could say, and yet her pain was such,
that at times, he feared she wouldn’t make it.
But on nights like these, even when it threatened to consume her,
he became convinced that somehow she would.
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