Candy Baron
I want to exist only at night, when everything is calm.
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Dear Rebecca

I met a girl last night. She was...different. Quiet, closed off, and eerily beautiful. Part of her face was covered by her hair, thick heavy braids that fell all the way to her waist. Her caramel skin glowed faintly in the dim light of the moon. And her eyes, oh God her eyes were like gazing into oblivion. She closed the distance between us and asked me what my name was. Her name was Whitney, she told me and she came from the ether. I reached out to touch her and she faded away. I woke up with tears in my eyes. Lord help me, i think i fell in love with a ghost.

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