Wednesday, April 16, 2008

They


She was wondering what they might be thinking about,
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She tried to answer the question, but what could the right words be?
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She tried to understand their feelings, but she could only understand her own heart.
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Then she thought for a second that it's best to ask, but they said it's too easy, she has to find the answer herself.
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Maybe copying them would solve the mystery, but even if she appeared as one of them, she couln't become one of them.
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Resigned, she was walking in the rain, bumping into them, she already knew who they were, so she didn't bother to rise her head.
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She forgot about them for a while, and searched for other answers, when she found it.
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They were black, white and blue... the letters. And inbetween the lines she saw that strangers think about ghosts, and ghosts think about strangers.

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