The sad story of Shedinja. Most people don't care about that little insect thing, thought its Wonder Guard is...wonderful. Well, I just thought about its feelings. This poem was done in exactly 13 minutes.
Wow, third fanfic in a day! I impress myself sometimes. This is also my 45th posted fanfic! :D
Only a shadow
I remember my birth.
The first thing I felt was a terrible tearing
As my back split open
And out flew a black shadow
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From that moment, I began to 'breathe'.
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Not really.
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Life, the touch of sun
The breaths of wind
A gift to me.
But what use is that gift?
I can't feel any of it,
Only know of its existence
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I am but nothing.
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That thing that came out of me
Was different from me.
Substance, true life.
I am merely its lifeless shadow
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Look at me.
Everything thrown at me slips right through
Like a finger running through a pile of ashes
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Death bringing slashes, crushing punches
I survive them all
It only means one thing—
I am nothing.
I am a ghost.
Already dead.
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But why is it that I feel?
Why do I feel neglect and sadness?
If I am nothing, then why give me a mind,
A heart?
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No, I don't have a heart.
There's only air inside me.
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What use is there giving a dead thing emotions?
Am I really dead?
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For somewhere there, somewhere inside me
I can feel it—
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That I am not just a shadow,
Not just the dead shell from which another emerged—
I have a life of my own.
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