I feel like I have something to say...
but I don't know what.
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It's there—
in the back of my head,
hiding in the shadows.
Teasing me,
brushing, touching,
touching.
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It feels so important,
life-changing.
But when I try to find it—
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GONE.
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It retreats deeper into my mind,
leading me down another false path.
Time and time again,
I'm left with only frustration.
So I abandon my folly and move on.
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But my shadow loves to play games,
knows just the right strings to pull.
It’s back—
taunting me, mocking me.
Its outline clear again.
Another false glimmer,
but it stirs my ache—
so I reach for it...
and again
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gone...
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Not for the first time,
I'm left frustrated and hollowed.
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It's a rigged game,
where I am baited time and again.
Just a puppet, strung along
in this shadow game.
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But I never learn.
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Because...
I feel like I have something to say...