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Sarcoline - The Diary of a Lost Ghost

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The aesthetic of words. 

Have you ever asked yourself: "What is the life of a castle ghost like?" 
Well, they might not be able to live a life like you do, but let me tell you, they see something most of you don't; beauty. It's the charm in small things you'd never notice. 
It's the scent of old books. Or the moon's glow on a misty evening. It's the dancing of candlelight, along with the humming of the wind. It's the elegance of handwritten letters. And the feeling of dancing under the moonlight. 

Let your imagination free as Sarcoline shows you the beauty of a ghost's life.All Rights Reserved

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My Life Being Dead

Hello. I’m Cassidy. I’m 16 years old, and I am helpless. I’m weak, defenseless and not to mention unassuming. I am utterly boring and uninteresting. I wouldn’t be surprised if God himself overlooked me. Maybe that’s why my life sucks so much. My face is dull and pale, and my hair is mousy brown. My eyes are black and my fingers are long and stringy. Once in junior high, a teacher likened me to ghost. I had wanted to tell her, “Yes. I remind myself of a ghost sometimes too.” But I didn’t say anything in return. I have one friend and even she doesn’t like me for me; only for the shiny new car my step dad bought me. Boys don’t notice me. And when they do it’s only to pick out my flaws and display them to everyone around. All in all, I am a sad and pathetic specimen of a human being. Why am I writing this? Because on June 3rd, 2011, at 12:31 am, I died.