when i grow up, i want to remember that i always wanted to be about a thousand different things; that one lifetime didn't seem nearly enough. when i grow up, i hope it's at the very end when it doesn't matter anymore anyway

Friday, November 13, 2009

And so she says her souls been taken; by a ghost of nights long passed. He held her by the shoulders she said and took it from her back. And as she watched it slip away, she asked the ghost his name. He told her that he didn't know, but now they were the same. For with each breath he stole from her, the more alive it turned. Then finally he faced her, and said with no concern:

I've taken all that you posses and it shall never be returned.

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