What is it to be a ghost in a sightless world? Do the blind know to fear the bitter dead? An anxious writer wonders these thoughts.
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The past is supposed to stay in the past, it was never meant to come back and haunt me, but as time passed I started to realize that maybe I was the one haunting my past.