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Aug 2019
Ghost left the shell.
Years ago.

Hardly knew it at first.

Gradually.

Colors muted. Sounds dulled.
Constant ringing in my ears
replaced the hum of mind.

But later, when I died.

Then I realized.



I never lived.
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