stephen h - my first suicide
stephen h - my first suicide
 

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i've read stories of ghost sightings around town, and though i won’t say i've seen any myself, i can feel the haunting. i’ve heard conjecture that it might be something in the soil, that maybe the climate here is ideal for supernatural, spiritual activity. if you ask me, it’s the town itself.

a place with a soul, if you can believe that.

or perhaps i'm describing myself again. a walking membrane of water and calcium bone. somehow a soul slipped into the equation. maybe that's why i feel a connection here. maybe that's why i haven't left. of course i don't know.

it's probably not to be known.

 

 



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