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There was this movie. It was really popular when I was a kid. I remember this baby-faced boy, and the old bald guy. The one from the 90's. Well he was dead, but the boy saw him anyway. I'm like that. I see dead people too. Ghosts. Walking around. Talking. Talking to me. There are all these, shadowy figures. These outlines. Of people that I knew. There's one.. he's blonde.. and he's high. His hair is twisted and wild and he surfs, on snow. He tells me stories that I remember, but the endings are all different now. He's different. Just a shadow. I loved him. But now I see right through him. He shimmers and disappears. All the while, so certain, that he's alive.
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Sep 16, 2013
Sep 16, 2013 at 3:01 AM UTC
I See Dead People.
There was this movie. It was really popular when I was a kid. I remember this baby-faced boy, and the old bald guy. The one from the 90's. Well he was dead, but the boy saw him anyway. I'm like that. I see dead people too. Ghosts. Walking around. Talking. Talking to me. There are all these, shadowy figures. These outlines. Of people that I knew. There's one.. he's blonde.. and he's high. His hair is twisted and wild and he surfs, on snow. He tells me stories that I remember, but the endings are all different now. He's different. Just a shadow. I loved him. But now I see right through him. He shimmers and disappears. All the while, so certain, that he's alive.
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26/F/American
Sep 16, 2013
Sep 16, 2013 at 3:01 AM UTC
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