Black Shadow

Your memory is like this night, it darkens and settles into stars. You're like a black shadow, you move and fade. But you do exist -somewhere.

I never remember you, unless I want to; you are never haunting. Sometimes you seem a bit like a dream. Sometimes I wish that you were. But most of the time, I know how to move on. Just like you.

This is your story. This is the worst bad part. But in a second, it'll be over.

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