Ghost town
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Last published Fri, Mar 28, 2025
"Have you ever thought about what it would feel like to die? Or to even be in that world? You know, the world where the ghost is. i didn't until I experienced it myself. I always thought it would be like in the movies. Your dead, see the light and then that's it. i never thought it would be like how it actually is"
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