the ghost whisperers

the ghost whisperers

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the wind blows the wet grass trembles and the cold breeze blows through the window I can hear the voices in my head telling me that I should die but I can't do that this man has the voice like my father did but now I can still hear the sound of his voice telling me to be to have a happy life as I know it my sister christen came to visit me for my ... thoughts of father when he passed away from the family for good. I just couldn't stand the look in his eyes no longer with me _ sera augest.
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He was always on her mind, no matter how hard she wanted to focus . He was the whisper in the wind that rustled the trees outside her window, the red on her face when he heard his name. He was the full moon on her sleepless nights. Started 11/16/17 (mild to strong language )

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