There are ghosts that walk amongst this world. They are those who you’ve loved. The ones you have laughed with, others you have cried with. They are amongst this crowd, and it swallows them whole, it tries to refill that hole, but it is of no use. They will stay with you. They have always remembered you. Those fine details; the delicate fingers, those soft spoken smiles, your freckles. They remember every detail as if it is their last. Like you are their last, because you are their ghost.
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