I'm a ghost aren't I? Standing at the top of the rooftop looking down. No one. No ones there trying to stop me. Almost jumping I hear a woman's voice. It's the same woman as before. I take a step back to look at her but she's gone. Completely gone. I miss you a lot grandma. Please come back.
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Poems and short stories
PoetryHi um ok hi! I am not creative so the stories might be i don't know..boring? But i'm doing my best and that's what matters :)
