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GREYANDBOSS

Stroking my arms, full filing the warmness that I desire to enter the safe and sound dimension. Sleep. When I toggle to cloth to cover my naked body, a memory began to tickle my content mind. A shadow is printed by the wall making it visible by the ajar door of my wrecked room. Who owns this shadow? I abruptly left my suspended sleep and took my robe. I walked pass straight outside the room.

The shadow was running away from the house. Then, I have discovered my self quite stunned by how the forest covering our house was pitch black. Without knowing what do I look like, I have concluded that a sinister began to draw from my palm running through my face. I am white as a bond now. But it did not stopped me.

I slammed shut my feet and took a deep breath. I came rattling in the meadow with my bare foot hungry for aid to its cramming scratch and wounds. I want to surrender, my feet is struggling from pain. I shook my head searching for a sign of the shadow that kept me disturb all the way from here.

“Its there!” I exclaimed to myself. The shadow was standing behind a tree. I instruct my self to took the direction where the shadow is. Now, it’s standing directly in front of me.

“Who are you?” There was a sudden movement of the shadow and it popped! Vanished in the dark.

I was awake from what I call a nightmare, or shall I call it a unanswered dream. Who owns that shadow? I asked myself second time around.

But where am I? By the structure of my surrounding, hence, I am in a narrow road.

“Why am I here?” Then, a second passes, the mysterious shadow who destruct my mind was now scheming in front of me.

“It was my shadow after all.” A moment slipped the, I was hit by a sizzling truck. It bumped me and all went black.

I was the man with grim, agony, and black shadow. A silhouette of death.

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