She is a ghost, she stands in a distance. she sees you alone at night, walking at the alley, alone. Her cold expression never surprises her anymore, from 14 years never ending haunting people, she starts to huant you next, she whispers closely to your ear you can't hear me, I wouldn't be surprised, anyway she sighs I see no point begging enough pity from attention... it's useless..
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