CrypticAs long as there is light, there will be darkness. We are people, we laugh, and we cry and we love and we hate. Everyone has their shadow. It follows them wherever they go, and the brighter that it is around them, the less shadow they have. So as people, we circle ourselves with light to dampen the shadow, but it will always be there, even if you cannot see it.But some shadows are darker than others, and mine is the blackest of the black. My shadow doesn't follow behind me, it surrounds me, envelopes me in its cool, comforting mist. It is easy to look past, as most people do, they see the innocent eyes and the charming smile, and they never bother to look deeper, they never see the dark storm clouds behind the beautiful flower. And when it rains on them, when they're abandoned in the downpour, shivering in the chill that was left behind, they will never have seen it coming. For they had gotten too close to the delicate flower, and just when they went to touch its apparent warmth, it s
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