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What you can't see, will hurt you. ©Papyruspoet 2014.

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Sometimes I hear people calling for me, wondering where I have gone.

                          
Isn't it funny I've been right here all along, blanketed by the black, within spitting distance, but never seen. The ghosts have taken to haunting me. 
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