Shadow halves

Loneliness isn't my only companion, no, this has proved false. I am accompanied  constantly. They follow me, but when I turn to greet them I am lured to chase a quarry I will never catch. Shadows... shadows of my former self. My better part on this night of halves... I cannot see them, but I know they are there for I hear them. Taunting shadows of what I might have yet become... of what we could have been... 

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