I face the sun trying not to see
The shadows I know follow me
They hunger for possession
That plays with my depression
For my mirror darkly
Shows the pains starkly
Always on the cusp of despair
Past the façade of jokes I share
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Today at dVerse De, aka WhimsyGizmo, invites us to take a look at our shadow in form of a Quadrille this week.
Raivenne-lations 