Ghost

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I see a tall figure.

I can barley make out its' shape.

Same size as me, no bigger.

Filled with fear, wanting to escape.

 

I turn on the light.

Then i see her.

Holding in the fright.

Trying not to scream, with all my might.

 

Her face filled with despair.

Tears coming from her eyes.

I couldn't help but stare.

Hearing her desperate cries.

 

Eyes as blue as the sea.

Skin as white as a cloud.

Hair down and free.

Face plastered with a frown.

 

I just stood there in shock.

Not knowing what to do.

Non-moving like a rock.

Who was this girl? Who?

 

My heart fell to the floor.

My expression changing completely.

Freaking out even more.

The ghost is me.

 

 

 

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