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Me and My shadow (count the spaces and duplicate)

my shadow follows where ever I go

I turn left, it turns left.
                                       I turn right, it turns right.

I move on, it follows along.
there's no getting past
                                       it holds on fast

    funny, it was here long before me
       but now it's fastened to me you see
like some brainless barnacle from the sea
     here's hoping this write sets me free

at first glance I may seem alone
         but it's right there at home
                             stuck on like glue
where ever I am and to whatever I do
Any movement I make
              it's liable to take

                                          it seems its own muse
                                          has been getting abused
mine, it thinks it's entitled to go right ahead and use

                   it does have its followers
                  they love what it shows
they don't know it's a borrower
who's happy no one knows

    ah! but know some do
   but of course not it's crew
                      I know what's up
from this one who's corrupt
and obviously so does it
    guess it don't give a shit

                                               you can try bringing it to light
then shadows are supposed to disappear from sight
           but shadows don't care bout wrong or right
                              its in your glory they delight
                                                 and you it will cheat
just as long as their hangers on don't see its deceit

                  they'll slobber all over whatever it brings
and it takes it all in
their automatic opinions
  while it's knowing all along
                                                  where the story begins

it's told it's interesting by some
     who's loyalty it's won
         as it takes the very thing
                    that did that winning
          rearranging a bit for spinning
        to put its stamp on
         it thinks this keeps it from sinning

when the shadow gets stuck
   wants to change its luck
            it just looks to me
to derive it's next story

how pathetic is that
    for its head to get fat
       get its stokes that way
          on what its groupies say
after taking from a friend it betrays

once my respect for you was high
now it barely squeaks by
the more I see me coming back from you
                        the less I see we'll continue

  maybe you're thinking you're needed
         I would think that a bit conceited
                     I ,for one, am tired of being bled
from every theft that keeps your illusion fed

                         but all along it remains attached
                              on my lists it will stay latched
because that's where it's future
                                     accolades will be hatched
that is,
            after it's usual spamming is dispatched

whatever road you're on's fine
                     just stay in your lane
                      this drifting to mine
                       is becoming a pain
do your own fucking driving
and at least earn what you gain

Once I made a mistake
but how much integrity does it take
to stand and judge
                       while yourself
                                                  is
                                                      a
                                                         fake
                                                                              
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Written by Scott Schoffstall                                                                                                             * this write has a particular person in mind
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