

Ghost.Im nothing more than a ghost, in my own house, in my own skin. Color fading from once red cheeks, blue from my eyes pouring out into tears. What is this new replacement? I am simply but a memory in this body; I am simply a distant dream that passed with the night; no sign that life was once here, I was never alive.Ghost.
Pacing these halls, searching for traces of dust and dirt, fingerprints that were once maybe lively and awake; now my hands pass through objects and people that were near to me, I can never hold them, feel their touch. Blindness covers my eyes in a thick
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Sydn'07
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