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Do you believe in the undead soul?

The cries in the night in which still linger.

The whisper you hear when nobody’s home.

The sight that makes the cat go crazy. 88 more words

I see the things most people don’t

It doesn’t matter if it’s in reality or my own head

I see the people gone from Earth but still here… 14 more words

Tic Toc Tic Toc

        The time is running the clock

                 Time flies they say

                         Maybe it does, maybe it doesn’t

                                 It all just depends on the life you live… 42 more words

You don’t know what you have until you lose it.

This has meaning.

But….

What if you already know what you have before you lose it? 47 more words

The pencil is my brush

The paper is my canvas

My mind is the sky

My imagination roams the earth

My painting is wild and free… 32 more words

As I look in the mirror, I see me….

It’s not me, but it is….

I stand there looking at this reflection

I can see its heart, it’s  19 more words