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Hauntingly Beautiful Apartment

I forgot how to breathe without you.
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Now, I scare old ladies. Apparently.
They say the apartment is haunted.
I don’t know. I haven’t seen any ghosts.
They are trespassing anyway.
I don’t care. If they are scared.
I’m just missing you. That’s all.
My crying keep them up. At night.
Apparently. What would I care?
It’s my apartment. I do what I want.
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Well fuck. I am the dead one, aren't I?

 

-//- December 2017




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Publicerad 2017-12-04 21:44



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