That night I was walking,
There was a heinous devil beside the road,
But I didn't notice him,
I crossed him indifferently,
After a while I felt
The obnoxious shadow of the cruel devil
In my suspicious mind,
It was laughing at me,
Being annoyed, I stopped walking.
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Yes, this happens. The shadows of life affect us without our awareness. You continue with your poetic style of saying things indirectly, well done.