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She was a Shadow

She was a shadow. That’s what she had always been, and believed she would always be. Just a simple shadow. She wasn’t anyone’s shadow but her own, and that somehow made it worse. She’d go about her days, her weeks, her months, and years- but how many saw her? How many truly saw her? To most, she was naught but a ghost. A hint of what could have been. She was a shadow. A ghost. A lost soul.

She was a shadow. But she still had a life. She still had friends, or so she thought. She would talk and laugh, but was so easily forgotten by those who saw her. To her, time would simply stand still. How long had they been gone? Been rude? Been ignoring her? She couldn’t say. But she was almost always happy to pick up right where they had left off. From a few hours, to years, she’d welcome anyone with open arms. She was a shadow, but her heart was everything to her. Always welcoming, always happy.

She was a shadow, with a big heart. She attracted the wrong crowd, but always did her best to help. She tore herself apart, shredded her heart. She was left empty and bleeding so often, she couldn’t try anymore. If someone needed help, she couldn’t. It hurt. It hurt too much. She was the leftover remains of a shadow. The hint of a ghost. The glimpse of the last of someone. She still had her heart.

She was a shadow, a ghost, a soul. She was a helper, a lover, a rock to hold to when the tide gets too rough. But the shadow was broken by light, the ghost banished, the soul left behind. The help went unthanked, the love was used, and the rock broke.

And she was nothing

She was nothing. Had not mind, nor body, nor heart left to her. She was just It. There was nothing to it, and it was to nothing.

It loved and lost, and laughed and cried, and wished and hoped and prayed

It was foolish, and kind, and smart

It was loving and caring

But it was not missed.

She was a Shadow

She was a shadow. That's what she had always been, and believed she would always be. Just a simple shadow. She wasn't anyone's shadow but her own, and that somehow made it worse. She’d go about her days, her weeks, her months, and years- but how many saw her? How many truly saw her? To most, she was naught but a ghost. A hint of what could have been. She was a shadow. A ghost. A lost soul.

She was a shadow. But she still had a life. She still had friends, or so she thought. She would talk and laugh, but was so easily forgotten by those who saw her. To her, time would simply stand still. How long had they been gone? Been rude? Been ignoring her? She couldn't say. But she was almost always happy to pick up right where they had left off. From a few hours, to years, she’d welcome anyone with open arms. She was a shadow, but her heart was everything to her. Always welcoming, always happy.

She was a shadow, with a big heart. She attracted the wrong crowd, but always did her best to help. She tore herself apart, shredded her heart. She was left empty and bleeding so often, she couldn't try anymore. If someone needed help, she couldn't. It hurt. It hurt too much. She was the leftover remains of a shadow. The hint of a ghost. The glimpse of the last of someone. She still had her heart.

She was a shadow, a ghost, a soul. She was a helper, a lover, a rock to hold to when the tide gets too rough. But the shadow was broken by light, the ghost banished, the soul left behind. The help went unthanked, the love was used, and the rock broke.

And she was nothing

She was nothing. Had not mind, nor body, nor heart left to her. She was just It. There was nothing to it, and it was to nothing.

It loved and lost, and laughed and cried, and wished and hoped and prayed

It was foolish, and kind, and smart

It was loving and caring

But it was not missed.

'A cat. It summoned a cat. I knew I took a gamble buying a summoning spell with no title, but a cat?' those were his thoughts, then the cat spoke

"What is it you've summoned me for?"

The wizards mouth hangs open in shock. He's summoned his fair share of demons, but a cat demon? He's honestly never heard of one.

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I never asked her name, I realize as I stare down at the grave of the one to help me get through the last six years.

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there's days

There's days the world just seems grey. Grey like gun metal, like asphalt, like an overcast sky. Days where your favorite person can't make you smile, where the birds don't sings, where the sky isn't blue and the grass isn't green. Days where everything tastes like chalk, that same choking chalk of daily pills that no one wants, the taste of ashes falling to faked cries. There's days when the sun is pale, pale as rope, the color of an old letter no one saw. And sometimes there's days when everything is angry, the cars are the angry red of an accidental cut, the flowers  the same pink of an irritated injury. The things that no one notices, the twitches and the winces and everything going too fast, and the days where you can't breathe, like there's a hand on your neck. The days where you choke on words more than water, where tears and cries get swallowed down. The days where you're not okay, but it's better to pretend you are. They won't notice if I'm gone tomorrow, anyway

DONT TELL A WOMAN

I was once talking to one of my cousins, and in the lull of the conversation he turned to me and said "You should shave your arms" I asked why "Because they're hairy" "Well so are yours" I retorted "But I'm not a girl" Well why does that matter? It's the same body hair, and I naturally have less. What's the problem? Besides, body hair was originally to keep us warm, and have you seen women's clothes? They're thin and most don't leave much to the imagination, no matter what season they're for. And don't say I can just wear a sweatshirt, I do that. I wear an oversized sweatshirt because it's comfortable, which is also why I wear pants that were made for men. People tell me to wear the skin tight jeans, and thin uncovering shirts, because how else will someone know there's a beautiful woman under these clothes? I have a nice figure, I won't lie, but it's mostly because of genetics. Personally, I'm uncomfortable with it. Because people stare. So I wear my big baggy clothes, because I'm happy in them. Don't tell a woman to shave unless you would Don't tell a woman to wear this or wear that Don't tell a woman to smile more Don't tell a woman 'you would be prettier if-' Don't Just don't It's rude And frankly, if they're like me, it only makes them want to avoid people altogether

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Two more ‘People’

"there are two figures, I suggest you respect them" He says, the female student is about to ask before he glares in her direction so he can continue "one is a demon, the other an angel" "this again, sir?" the female (her name is written in big block letter on her badge, HANNAH) asks "yes, 'this again'. why, did you not like the last time?" He asks coldly. the two boys (TYLER and SAMSON respectively) both groan in protest. He just smiles, his sharp teeth glinting in the harsh light "I suggest you begin quickly, not only is it hard to get both of them here, it's even harder to keep them in here, from destroying anything, or attacking each other" The three students, the boys dragged by Hanna, enter the room. A last word of warning- 'don't make them angry' is muttered from their teacher as the door slides shut behind the teenaged students. Two modestly dressed women sit at a grey table in the grey room, neither looking at the other. One woman is in a baby pink, the other in baby blue, both are looking at their clothes with disgust. The one in pink is drumming her nails on the metal table, which clearly gets on the others' nerves. The one in blue is tapping her foot on the floor, which doesn't seem to bother the other in the slightest. Samson is about to speak up when the one in blue speaks up "Hello children-" she's cut off by the other "relax dearie, don't give anything away. You heard his threats, and men like that don't make hallow promises" the one in pink shows no emotion as she speaks, Hannah is already writing things down as Tyler watches her in confusion. Samson is looking at the two women, enraptured by their beauty. "you two are so pretty it must be a sin" Samson says, Tyler face palms and Hannah chokes back a laugh. The woman in pink lets a sly smile grace her face and the other seems only disgusted "you are sinful, aren't you child?" the one in Blue says "aww, be quiet darling, he's only complementing our utterly sinful features" the one in pink purrs, chuckling slightly. The one in blue groans Hannah clears her throat, getting everyones' attention "anyway, hello, I'm Han, this is Ty and Sam" she points as she says their names "please ignore any.... suggestive thing they may say" "come on Han, you have to admit, they do look pretty" Sam practically begs, Ty scoffs. "that's because of what they are, demons are- wait, hey, aren't angels supposed to be like, really terrifying?" Ty asks (no one knows how he got into this class, he certainly doesn't have the brainpower for The Test) "Ty don't be-" Hannah is cut off by both women chuckling "well dear child, if we want we can look however we want" the one in blue purrs "... we?" Sam sounds confused, which he is "of course!" the one in pink says, throwing her arms up for flair. There's the sound of dragging chains and the flash of metal, yet none can be properly seen "demons are only angels that fell, correct my feathered friend?" she purrs, voice dripping with false kindness "Please never call me that again, my friend" the one in blue hisses, hostility clear on their voice, the one in Pink seems unconcerned "well... let us just ask a few questions, alright? We have a school project and-" Ty starts, the one in pink interrupting "yes yes, school project, He already told us, right Queeny~" the pink one purrs, 'Queeny', the one in blue, rolls her eyes and scowls "Yeah he told us, but since when have you listened to anyone, Princess?" 'princess', the one in pink, frowns at the (nick?) name, her sly smile quickly returns "Ah, yes, but i should ask you the same thing, shouldn't i? I believe you'll fall soon, or have you fallen already?" the one in Pink leans back, propping her feet up on the table "you decide, dearies, which is she? Fallen or falling?" "You shut up!" the one in blue stands up quickly, slamming their hands on the table. The sound of metal hitting metal, and metal hitting concrete sound along with chains moving. No chains are seen. The chair was upended in the one in blues' speed standing up "Oh? What was that Queeny? do you not like my games? You used to love them so~" "Shut up Princess! Now is not the time for those games!" The one in blue is flushed, face bright pink "Oh? I've got you all flustered, don't I Queeny~" the one in pink purrs Hannah clears her throat, loudly. The two women quiet, both turning to glare at her "yes. well, can we start with our questions before we run out of time?" Hannah asks, annoyance edging in her tone. the one in blue rights her chair, sitting back down with a nod. the one in pink sits straighter, nodding for a start "great so-" ty starts, Sam cuts him off "You know you got nothin' , you just stay quiet." Sam says, ty frowns "Anyway, so can I have your names?" Hannah asks "they've been thrown around a few times, surprised you didn't get them already" The one in pink says with a bored sigh. the one in blue says nothing "Queeny and princess?" Ty asks, Sam looks at him with something conveying the same thought as 'how dumb are you really?' "That's right dear" the one in blue responds, both women start to fidget with their clothing. The one in pink with her skirt and the one in blue with her shirt "So... what did he threaten if you didn't obey?" Hannah asks "Can't say" the one in blue says "pain unmatchable" the one in pink says, after a moment of thought "I see... and how did he get you here?" Hannah is writing things down the entire time "Summoned one of us" the one in blue says "And got her to, ahem, retrieve the other" pink says, leaning back with her feet on the table "Hey Han? I think I know" Sam says, Hannah looks up, surprised "Really?" She asks, to which Sam nods "Alright, go ahead" "I think Pink is the demon" Sam says "Because she's careless and mean" "I'm not mean darling" the one in pink says "I'm just sassy and cold" "Surprising for one who lives in hell" the one in blue says, rolling her eyes "Whatever you say Queeny" the one in pink says with a smirk The students are relived, their grade is safe for today

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Once

Everyone has a once. Once upon a time. Once upon a midnight dreary. Once I..... Everyone​ lives once, we all get this one chance before we're thrown into something entirely new. Everyone has a special once, one you remember forever after. What's yours?

Do you ever just

I'm going to write I'm going to write, later I'm going to write, but not right now I'm going to write, after this thing I'm going to write I'm going to write I'm going to I promise

To...

To remember, to remind, to re think But still be kind

Do you ever just lay awake at night and think about all the stuff you dream of doing But know will stay only a dream It hurts

Bruh my shelf dont have room for that Addition. Besides, you haven't seen Hubert yet

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Sometimes I wonder why my friends stop talking to me at night And my first thought is I did something wrong Then I realize its like two am and normal people are asleep

The more you take, the more you leave behind

The more you take, the more you leave behind It's an odd statement, isn't it? It can go with a lot of things. Like footsteps, long and slow click clack of dress shoes pacing on a polished stone floor, or the hurried tip tap tip tap of heels, someone who's rushing to a date. Footsteps. The more you take, the more you leave behind Or maybe time? Moments, Seconds, Minutes, Hours, Days, Weeks, Months Years. The more time you take somewhere, the less you have somewhere else. A clock is aways ticking somewhere, counting down. Is it counting the seconds until the next baby is born? Or is it counting the years until the earth dies? Time. The more you take, the more you leave behind. Or how about breaths? Sixteen breaths a minute. Nine hundred and sixty breaths an hour. Twenty three thousand and forty breaths a day. Eight million four hundred and nine thousand six hundred a year. Each one a bit closer to death. In one place someone takes their first breath, and in another someone else takes their last. Do you take your breaths slow, or hyperventilate them away from panic? Breaths. The more you take the more you leave behind. Breaths, Time, and steps. The more you take The more you leave behind

Stephanie​ is to be feared

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It's funny

It's funny how something small can do so much, and something big can do so little. Its funny how something that doesn't effect you, shatters someone else's world and someone can entirely ignore something that shatters your heart. What is nothing to you can be everything to someone else, and what is too much for you couldn't be enough for others. Funny how words spill and thoughts sink and hearts break and memories die and promises fade and life goes on as if it never had. Funny how everyone matters, no matter who we are. Funny how no one knows that. Its funny, isn't it? Or is it just sad?