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ghostbur misses the feeling of bodies touching bodies the most
reaching out a hand but all it does is float through his feet are strangers to the ground always teasingly above not on
it's never been this cold
if he could still breath he's sure it would come out in clouds
all his nerves are gone but somehow he's always aching
his lips are blue but they always are
his blood stopped flowing a long time ago completely stagnant
it's a weird feeling to not feel anything
he doesn't need air but he can still inhale it just doesn't process or relieve much
his lungs dont expand and his heart doesn't beat
you don't notice how much your body moves until it stops
tension living in you as you wait for something to do anything but it never does leaving you on edge
it's also quiet
there's no noise in space
he's just a void a lack of anything nothing breaks through his brain
so he just drifts around the train station
wondering why the train won't come his brain fuzzy and numb
he hopes friend still remembers him