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Shadowed Parts of Myself

I'm not sure when you left, but my guess is, it's been a process from the beginning. Maybe the moment you left heaven's presence you longed for its essence, and left unnoticed? Or was it when your freedom fell, taken from the grips of hell, and all it taught you to believe about yourself, and life? Or maybe when the one you felt could change all that, did change all that, and left himself? So, so did you? Or, was it when your dad left? Or maybe when the very definition of God was crushed under betrayal's menacing vengeance? Your dependence on yourself was your downfall, you know. And now, there's no feeling left at all. The more you left, the more I was left wandering, left wondering, how to find someone who desires to remain in the shadows

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