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A Living Ghost

Surrounded and Alone

By Mistress MayhemPublished 4 years ago 1 min read
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She is a living ghost.

She floats through her day, unnoticed. Her heart and soul, exposed. On display for all those who come into her life to see, to take. Those who always promised to be there for her, walk through her, taking a piece of her soul with them as they pass. She thought love would save her. If she surrounded herself with enough people that claimed that loved her, then maybe she wouldn't be alone. Maybe she would be heard, maybe she would be seen, she is neither.

She fooled herself to believe that she had found the one, the human that would make her heart soar, and fill in all the emptiness that makes her invisible. For a moment, a fast minute, she existed. She was seen, she was heard, and then slowly she began to fade. She began to no longer know who she was, no one knew who she was, even the one who she thought loved and knew her best.

Her soul is depleting, and her heart is forever broken. They all take pieces, they all take and never give. They all watch her become invisible, and they all just pass by.

She is a living ghost.

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