Dying And Crying Comments

Alone on my own I stand alone on the edge of a valley, were I look at the distant mountains were the orange-brown disc known as the sun sets to give birth to multiple diamonds.

A perfect glimpse at the shadow that stretched far long behind me.
It never changes it's appearence but only its direction. I was sure I left it but it caught up with me. I may run away but not from it. It's part of me. It's my past.
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