let me be your ghost
"and maybe," he said, "we're all just too young to feel anything proper, sincere, real..." Her tears kept falling, her mind so insanely made up that all she would ever feel again was proper, sincere, real pain and sorrow. He was gone and gone forever, her entire life would be lived without him. He read her mind, slowly whispering "let me be your ghost".
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