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As I lay in bed, I think about my parents, as I often do. I think about how much I miss them and how much I love them. Out of every ghost I've ever seen, not once have I seen my parents. Maybe it's for the best.

As I slowly begin to fall asleep, I smile to myself in secret amusement that my plan worked.

Sometimes I'm at my happiest when I'm asleep. I get to dream of singing freely. Singing for somebody that can hear me sing without being afraid of the dead. Because in my dreams, the dead don't ever come when I call. And I get to dream of him. I've never seen his face before, but I always feel his presence, and for some reason, he feels like home to me. He is the only other person whose soul path song I can play, and it really is a beautiful song. 

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