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Last night I saw a ghost
It was raining
The streets lit up
I saw this ghost
It stood right in front of me
We exchanged meaningless glances
I saw in it my own reflection
Staring back at me
A ghost of myself from before
It haunts me
Wherever I go
Whoever I see
It follows
The past is constantly in a state of limbo between existence and non-existence

— The End —