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I’m sitting in my room lights out window open its raining so my pillow is wet but I don’t think its from the rain and there are clothes thrown around my room it looks like something a ghost would do to make contact with the living but these are my clothes and I made this mess so I scream “WHY AM I HAUNTING MYSELF" into the walls and they just silently stare, they know why - I guess I know too, but I’ll never admit that I do So here I am speaking tongues alone in my room and you are out shaking hands with the faces I have met once before forgive me if I do not want the hear the details
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May 1, 2014
May 1, 2014 at 12:57 AM UTC
this is a horror story
I’m sitting in my room lights out window open its raining so my pillow is wet but I don’t think its from the rain and there are clothes thrown around my room it looks like something a ghost would do to make contact with the living but these are my clothes and I made this mess so I scream “WHY AM I HAUNTING MYSELF" into the walls and they just silently stare, they know why - I guess I know too, but I’ll never admit that I do So here I am speaking tongues alone in my room and you are out shaking hands with the faces I have met once before forgive me if I do not want the hear the details
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May 1, 2014
May 1, 2014 at 12:57 AM UTC
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