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And how odd it is to be haunted by someone who is still alive ☏ I Guess The Old You Is A Ghost / Anonymous. ____________________________________
To dwell around with something as the desertion of foes was never a must for one's adolescence, but very much the circumstance to be bounded once you hit the numbers that your elders had always titled it as the most culminating days of your youth, don't!, their voices begged and scratched to its flesh from the smog that had always hung arbitrarily between their lips, poison of a stick really. They coughed a little as they swiped it away from their lips, the saliva that consisted of inhaled ash and the depravity of the rubbish that had been their own drought of a future that was to be easily declined neither reconciliation nor acceptance of current accomplish spat out a bit. Spit always has its own waste, especially in the eyes with such drowsiness and bagged with no such helplessness to ever lay a boned finger on, lungs heaved and wracked with each arch and bend it could. As coughs could succumb, drool drooped their chin as the rasp of their voice could mutter, please, don't blow it!
