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there's something eerie in leaving. something not so comfortable in returning. something off. theres something missing. like the sound of your voice and the smell of your skin. i cant remember who you are. or where you went. but the ghost of you remains here. haunting my bed. i know who you are, but you were never here. so why are you missing? how can you miss someone youve never touched? how can you miss someone who doesnt belong in your town? in your room? in your bed? in your dreams? on your lips, in your hair, in your shower, in your car, in your thoughts? who is your ghost and why are they gone? why do you miss them so much if they just dont belong?