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I looked into her eyes, and she looked through mine. At that moment I realized she was gone long before she left. This was her ghost. Haunting my house quietly asking to leave with every aching step that she never reacted to because she couldn't even remember pain. I looked away from her and when I turned back she hadn't shifted she was a blank statue waiting to die.
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Aug 5, 2022
Aug 5, 2022 at 3:20 PM UTC
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I looked into her eyes, and she looked through mine. At that moment I realized she was gone long before she left. This was her ghost. Haunting my house quietly asking to leave with every aching step that she never reacted to because she couldn't even remember pain. I looked away from her and when I turned back she hadn't shifted she was a blank statue waiting to die.
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F/New England
Aug 5, 2022
Aug 5, 2022 at 3:20 PM UTC
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