Your Shadow

Hello, dear. I'm your shadow. Yes, that one you're always scared of. I want you by my side, you know? After all... I'm you. We are the both side of the coin. So let's go to the pub and have some beers. Yes, you deserve it. Or perhaps... Why don't we punch in the face to that guy? Yes, the guy that always is always bothering you. And that lady... oh, my JesusChrist, I want her cunt that much...

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What? Why are you denying me? Are you scared of me again? Oh, come on. You never let me speak to you. And why is that guy treating you like bullshit? Just shut up his fucking mouth. Enough of living so frightened that you can even look him in the eyes. You are his employee, not a slave... And that fat woman. God, she's acting like you were stupid, again! Just tell her that if she was so brilliant, she wouldn't be here eating like a cow and playing Candy Crush every time the boss turns his head.

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Are you serious? Are you offering a cup of coffee and apologies?! Really?! For God sake! Please, have some self-respect. If I was in your position, I would spill the coffee on her pity-piggy hands. You're always so perfect, so decent... Fuck that all. People and society can go fuck themselves, too. Let's be free, buddy. And look that lady over there, again. Those tits, man. You deserve to have a taste of them. Fuck, drink, love... That's why we come here to this world, my friend. To enjoy Life...

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Oh... I see... So you don't agree with me, again. Then let me ask you: when was the last time in your "8-hour day" routine that you felt real hapiness? Can you answer that for me? Jo, jo... You can even remember. Or perhaps... You never felt it? And you know why is that? Because you put me in a prison long time ago. Yes, I'm your shadow, and that doesn't make me a demon. And that idiot called boss is screaming like an old granda, again. 

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You know what? I'm gonna kick his ass. Let me protect you this time. Let me shut up his fucking mouth. 

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What? I'm the devil talking to you? Come on, baby... I'm you... Don't say I'm not. The devil is not here: just you and I... I'm you, son of bitch! Get me out of here! Now! I'm tired of these fucking life! Tired of looking you so hurt that you remind me Father, a real Walking Dead. Tired of look you standing in front the mirror and say: I hate my life. Man, you are so precious. I'm you, son of bitch! Get me out of here! I can't stand it anymore! It hurts! It hurts too much! Please! I'm gonna kill him. GET ME...GET ME OUT OF HERE, NOW!

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I'm sorry... I shouldn't have done that. Now you are scared of me again. You yelled at your boss, so now you are so worried about the job you have. You struggled so much to get there. I remember that you heard me a couple of times in the process. I was so glad we could finally understand each other at least a bit. Man, I miss you... I really miss you. Please, don't lock the door.

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It's been three days since then. Now you're crying in the bathroom because you got fired. I'm crying, too. I'm so sorry that I couldn't get a smile in your face, but believe me: I just wanted to make you happy, again. I really did my best, but you know what? I feel so lonely here in this cell... I wonder if one day you will be able to love me the same way I do. Man, I'm sorry... don't say you hate me. Please... I love you... I really love you... 

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No! Please! Don't send me to the dungeon. It's so dark in there. You need me... Light can't shine if there is no darkness. You only want light all the time, but even seeds need darkness in order to germinate... Why do you say that all your life problems are my fault? You don't even have given yourself the chance to know me enough... I want the best for you! Always!

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I see there's not any option for me than this. O.K., then... Good bye, my friend... I love you either way...