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#myliferightnow  (written Jan 28, 2016)

Indecision
Insecurity
Indigestion


#shadow (written Mar 10, 2016)

I am his shadow, lying on the pavement. He is the only one who notices me at his feet, but doesn't realize he walks on me with every step.




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