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Ghost

Sometimes I wish I were a ghost. Invisiable to the world I want to see what would be said about me if I were ever to leave cause it seems like I never hear things until it's too late How does anyone truly feel about me? will they say i'm glad she's gone? or will they say she will be mourned? will the people I want finally realize how incomplete their lives will be now that i'm missing. will they say she was a crazy person who deserved what she had coming? Will they call me one of their closest friends? I haven't ever had anyone call me a best friend. will they remember my birthday ten years after I die? Will they turn against god and ask him why he let such a good person die? will they look at my grave and remember all of my achievements or will they bury me thinking what a waste of such good brains these are some of the things I wonder about. If I was a ghost I could see how things would turn out. The things I try to figure out that are just beneath the surface. Beneath the goodbye's and the Hellos. What does everyone think of me? Sometimes I wish I were a ghost.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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