Is it so strange that I am afraid? Is it childish, is it mental? Nobody wants to get hurt. Some hurt to be the one who hurts first. But who hurts first, really?
Sometimes I think it would be better to be dead. But I know now what it feels like being trapped between two worlds where you are but a command given a long ago. Its purpose is lost in time, and the commander no longer exists.But the command persists anyway.
This is how I imagine ghosts.
Is this what it feels like to be liked by you?
Where am I?
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