hey, how are you? I guess I shouldn't be asking this question.
You are a ghost that I pushed into a closet full of secrets and
I'm not going to open it. Not in a while. How is it going in th
ere? The weather here is dark & wet & cold. do you have eno
ugh warmth. do you eat often. is your leg okay. all the things t
hat bother you on a daily basis, are they still bothering you? I
guess I can't really ask those questions. once in a while when
I'm in this kind of mood I'd think of you. Not you, as a person
who's also kind of a stranger. But as a ghost of an unclaimed
past, you know. Not a real person anymore. I'm so sorry about
that. I just don't know what t do with memories that refused to
die. I want to keep them as long as I can, but they hurt me, so
much that I had to let them go somehow. I know, or rather, I h
ope that I'm already dead to you. Like disappearing without a
trace. And I know you won't be looking for me because you'd
made up your mind. It's not like remembering me would be of
any benefits for you. So why would you remember me. Is that
it? That's how it becomes, you know. You and me, we are both
ghosts. The thing that haunts you at night. I hope I stopped hau
nting you. Would I prefer to keep haunting you? I don't know.
Why would I know? I'm just, whatever. I just wanna ask. Hi,
how are you? I hope you well, and healthy, and lovely, and ten
der, and this weather doesn't kill you, and you have enough to
live on another day. I hope you're happy, I don't know. Maybe
you are, and maybe I'm the worst thing that happened to you.
Tell me I am. that way I wouldn't have to keep calling your n
ame when it's dark. Tell me you wished I die.
xx
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hey, how are you? I guess I shouldn't be asking this question.
You are a ghost that I pushed into a closet full of secrets and
I'm not going to open it. Not in a while. How is it going in th
ere? The weather here is dark & wet & cold. do you have eno
ugh warmth. do you eat often. is your leg okay. all the things t
hat bother you on a daily basis, are they still bothering you? I
guess I can't really ask those questions. once in a while when
I'm in this kind of mood I'd think of you. Not you, as a person
who's also kind of a stranger. But as a ghost of an unclaimed
past, you know. Not a real person anymore. I'm so sorry about
that. I just don't know what t do with memories that refused to
die. I want to keep them as long as I can, but they hurt me, so
much that I had to let them go somehow. I know, or rather, I h
ope that I'm already dead to you. Like disappearing without a
trace. And I know you won't be looking for me because you'd
made up your mind. It's not like remembering me would be of
any benefits for you. So why would you remember me. Is that
it? That's how it becomes, you know. You and me, we are both
ghosts. The thing that haunts you at night. I hope I stopped hau
nting you. Would I prefer to keep haunting you? I don't know.
Why would I know? I'm just, whatever. I just wanna ask. Hi,
how are you? I hope you well, and healthy, and lovely, and ten
der, and this weather doesn't kill you, and you have enough to
live on another day. I hope you're happy, I don't know. Maybe
you are, and maybe I'm the worst thing that happened to you.
Tell me I am. that way I wouldn't have to keep calling your n
ame when it's dark. Tell me you wished I die.
