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How I Became a Ghost in My Own Life. AI-Generated.
How I Became a Ghost in My Own Life I wasn’t always invisible. There was a time I filled the room with laughter and the sound of my shoes tapping on kitchen tiles. My voice used to carry like warm air in spring. I used to sing in the shower and cry during movies. My chest would rise and fall with purpose. I lived.
By waseem khan7 months ago in Poets
Love and Porcupines
Love and porcupines Go together like cyanide and wine A deliciously disastrous embrace Thank you for reading my work. If you enjoyed this story, there’s more below. Please hit the like and subscribe button, you can follow me on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram @AtomicHistorian. To help me create more content, leave a tip or become a pledged subscriber. I also make stickers, t-shirts, etc here.
By Atomic Historian7 months ago in Poets
