Ghosts don't die,
for they are already dead
Memories are like ghosts
walking through the snow.
They leave no traces of having
once been there.
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I dunno what to write. If i end up writing chronicals of my life down in this blog and please dont judge me for what I write, I would almost say that I might enjoy finally finding a place to put my thoughts and feelings other then my dusty old diary. I have no intention of writing only good things in my blog, so i aplogise in advance if I write something heartbreaking or bad.
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