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There
are ghosts out there, they should be greeted pleasantly, one wouldn't
want them to get cross, being sentenced to live out their eternal
condemnation is enough already, let us try to be nice.
- hello mister ghost, are you back again?////////////////////////////____________________
-I never left, he answers.... and I think, my phantasms weigh the
same as an apple, 250 grams of phantasms always weighing upon me,
the weight of half a pancreas, of all the skin covering my chest.
To consider the relocation of my childhood phantasms, of the ones
of being abandoned, of forgetting, of failure, of goodbyes... to think
of my new life without those 250 extra grams. I'm not afraid of dying
any more, I'm in love.//////// and I have a hatchet in the wardrobe
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