Always there.
Following you,
Everywhere.
Dark in color,
Weird in size,
It's nothing you think about.
You don't even realize.
On a sunny day,
It could be right beside you,
To the right, left,
Or in front of you.
It will always be there,
When you're feeling low,
It has a name,
It's your shadow.
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