My shadow has me on a leash-like a dog-
It orders me to sit-and I roll over.
My choke chain tightens-shame-light asphyxiation.
Who is who’s master?-inverse control-
Hiding in handcuffed hell I scream for freedom-
I demand it.
The keys are in my pocket.
I unlock my shackles, discard my leash,
and now my shadow follows me.
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