I've never belonged to myself.
Sometimes it's as if the fates are trying to make me go insane, well if I wasn't already. My name is Clara, until a year ago i was a normal art student with what my professor called " a vivid " imagination, whereas i say its seeing the souls that wonder between dimensions, or as most people put it i see dead people. Someone's soul can look completely different to what their body did. My parents on the other hand thought i was completely insane which is why I'm here .
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Our Last M O M E N T S
PoetryIn my last moments all i thought of was you... but you look so sad. Don't be. I know you wanted me gone anyway. I have no idea what i want this book to be other than its short pieces, i cant write long stories because I'd ramble too much. E N J O Y
