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i have spoken to the ghost in which resides within the depths of me for it resonates in my heart and lives within the ache of my chest        it haunts my home   &        my body hurts it crawls like the spider spindling through my veins deforming the vessels that once so beautifully sculpted me nobody said you weren't beautiful for the sunflower that grows, nay,       thrives even though i hadnt tended to it lives on without me but maybe it was the ghost because i have spoken to it , for it dictates the lack of productivity within me         (they had mentioned that the economy was weak) however, everyone told me that she was beautiful but even the arc de triomphe is flawed. i wanted to believe otherwise but maybe it was the ghost who are you? because i had heard that the ***** dishes in      my sink weren't going to get washed unless i found out who you were you blasted old thing       rotting away                    at my soul i bet you had heard otherwise but maybe it was the ghost
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Oct 6, 2017
Oct 6, 2017 at 9:46 PM UTC
a ghost, maybe
i have spoken to the ghost in which resides within the depths of me for it resonates in my heart and lives within the ache of my chest        it haunts my home   &        my body hurts it crawls like the spider spindling through my veins deforming the vessels that once so beautifully sculpted me nobody said you weren't beautiful for the sunflower that grows, nay,       thrives even though i hadnt tended to it lives on without me but maybe it was the ghost because i have spoken to it , for it dictates the lack of productivity within me         (they had mentioned that the economy was weak) however, everyone told me that she was beautiful but even the arc de triomphe is flawed. i wanted to believe otherwise but maybe it was the ghost who are you? because i had heard that the ***** dishes in      my sink weren't going to get washed unless i found out who you were you blasted old thing       rotting away                    at my soul i bet you had heard otherwise but maybe it was the ghost
these past few days have been painful
lauren-bogar
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Oct 6, 2017
Oct 6, 2017 at 9:46 PM UTC
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