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Ur a shadow b'in drug around ur whole life...1 nite u finally break free...Tell what u
do & what happens...

Everyday i awaken only 2 fade into obscurity...i wallow in self pity cuz i'm just a shade of a human being...Look at me, i'm decaying from lucid dreams, the kind in which i'm independent, but do foolish thangz, my dreams r filled wit shame, torment, & otha useless scenes that end wit me crying in pity...Then i open my eyes & look into the sky wit envy...i c the birds above the earth flying so swiftly while i waste away my days tied 2 "his" feet...the more i think about it the more anger begins to rise within me, he must know i want freedom!!! i can't believe this guy is spending so much time pretending that i like the living of b'in confined & drifting...i try 2 control myself but taking his life is tempting...Ya know?? may b late in the nite i should think about taking a knife & ending...Wait...no...doing that would simply just hurt more, how could i kill this man, my best friend since we were born?? then again, i can't continue 2 live as his emptier form...but his death means my life, so while he sleeps, his body must b emptied & torn...i have no otha choice, his death will b giving me more...what's done is done now...Lord Forgive Me 4 i have scorned...but i'm also over-run wit joy b'cuz i can Finally live in the norm...but wait a minute, y do i feel so guilty & worn?? since he's dead i'm alive shouldn't i feel all gitty & warm?? may b i need sum time 2 walk thru the city & mourn...afta all, i did just kill the only person who has always been there 4 me & carefully cared 4 me...we were inseparatable, we shared evathang...Ha Ha, i remember when he was a child he would always b scared of me, b'cuz in dimly lit rooms i would playfully take the form of scary thangz, but if he started 2 cry i would take form of a sumthin' kinda like a diary queen...then he grew up & realized that i'm harmless, merry being...i still remember the times when he would talk 2 me 4 hours when he was only fifteen...Look at me, i can't even enjoy this life, without him i'm just a lonely separate "thing"...i can't stop thinkin' bout him, i thought my life would b betta if i was no longer seen around him & now i got my freedom, i don't know how 2 b without him!! all of a sudden this world seems so crowded & i think i might start 2 panic, b'in alone makes me feel like the night dark & frantic...& now i've realized without him, there is no me...I've died at the same time as my lifetime companion

I think that this is more along the lines of prose, but anywayz- split it into lines or at least paragraphs so that it can be easier to read. But definitly thought provoking. I liked your descriptions, but at first I was confused as to whether you killed the dude or not. Might want to describe that with a little more clarity.

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