Ghost.

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Ghost.

Can't you go away?

Can't you see the truth?

I'm just a figment of your imagination,

With no living proof..

When someone gets to close,

I disappear

So go away while you have nothing to fear..

That's right little boy,

Run & hide..

Close your eyes, but remember,

 In the end everyone dies...

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