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Dec 2012
I swear on all the gods
that don’t exist: whatever
is haunting you will always
breathe down the back
of your neck. You will never
outrun yourself. Go travel
this entire ****** and ******
up world. You'll come back
a ghost.
Katherine Paist
Written by
Katherine Paist  Atlanta, Georgia
(Atlanta, Georgia)   
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