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Nov 2019
You don’t
feel real
to me
anymore.

I’m afraid that if I touch you
my hand will pass right through
like a ghost.

The sad thing is,
I can’t tell whether you’re the ghost
or if it is me.
misha
Written by
misha  23/F/under the sea
(23/F/under the sea)   
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     G Alan Johnson, Shane and ap
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