Topic: The Stuff Ghosts Are Made Of | |
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Mirror images of myself
in the warm guise of relations past; I bestowed upon so many of you honor where there was none, love where you gave none. It wasn’t fair, and I know this now, to expect to find a healing touch from your make-believe hands. Ghosts, no, as you never were. Reflections, more aptly projections of my naked weaknesses, my unvoiced truths. You were more to me in absence than you ever were sleeping beside me. |
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Actually, I understand this only too well. Very good writing.
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that feeling where we feel more alone laying next to someone then if we were sleeping by ourselves-wonderfully expressed animal
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Thank you (((flame , SKPCG , pkd )))
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poignant lesson
you teach yourself phantoms smile drifting away "i like that" |
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I love it....
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Very nice write...
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Potent - very well done!
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Fantastic
This'd make excellent lyrics |
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Thank you
Harold Sweet Up Different Pete |
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hey every body else already said it
Good write girl |
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Thank you (((1000)))
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very well done
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