The Ghost That Never Knew How To Fly
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I loved her, but I knew I would be without her during these long, hopeless dreams of death. I dreamt of her quite often there in the same attire of a white dress. I was burdened of being a part from her during these long, echoing hallways of where we once kissed, that seemed so much more brighter and full of energy. Cover photo by Andy Li
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"The beautiful woman that I see at night, the strange glow of her hair, the beautiful brown eyes that glisten even in the moonlight. She's everything to me. Her names Claudia."
Claudia broke down in tears right in front of me, and I held her in my arms. I hoped for the safe arrival of our child, and let her sob into my arms.
"I'm ne……
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