Living in the ghost world
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Hi I'm Sky I am 18 and I have blonde hair with bangs I live a well weird life. Well I am kinda a ghost. I died from heart fail. So I look normal for a ghost but everybody can see me cause I look to normal so yeah. I can not leave London England cause I died in that city. you know I am glad I died in my black skinny jeans, my blue sweater and white converse boots. I went up to my room one day and took a nap and never woke up. in human form that is. the sad part is that I attended my own funeral. well this is my story of being a ghost here it goes
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