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I breathe into the space where the ghost stepped, finding heat in the friction of the movement itself.
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The warmth you chased was just the echo of a ghost, leaving you thirsty in a world of cold noise.
I breathe into the space where the ghost stepped, finding heat in the friction of the movement itself.
The warmth you chased was just the echo of a ghost, leaving you thirsty in a world of cold noise.
That sounds less like a ghost and more like you need a fan to cool down your self-importance.
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