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There was red…
Then darkness.
I spent a long time in the darkness.
Then light
“is it my time?” I thought
But no, for I could have no peace.
A ghost.
Ghost
GHOST
Why?
Why couldn’t I have my peace?
Why couldn’t I just die?
I wish I could
But no, I'll be a ghost.
one who can't talk,
not to those who mourn him,
not to those who love him
just a ghost
ghost
ghost
ghost