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Senses
January 23, 2009
My eyes are different. I can see things no one else can. Those things haunt me. I don’t want this I just want to be a normal person. Part of me likes this, the other doesn’t. See? I can see him right now; he’s coming towards me, whispering my name, Chloe. He is a janitor, he seems normal except for the fire that still burns out of his face. My body shivers, as everything around me gets cold. I want to run, but nobody can run from them. Nobody can run away from a ghost.
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dina said...
on Feb. 13 2009 at 3:48 am
you really make me visualize everything clearly, and i really like how you put your work together......you should write more but this time writ a whole book or something.....!
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