GIRL NEXT WALL
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Last published Wed, May 20, 2015
I am a ghost
Because I dont like to talk
Therefore I have no choice
I am shy and quiet
So therefore Im like a lingering spirit on a graveyard
I am like a damaged soul
Cause I dont like to feel things
Like pain or love
I am a ghost because I choose to be
-credits to mangoshaped
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