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El: How can you simply sit there, an contemplate nothing like its the only reason for living? Philosophers are always so boring.

I know nothing, my mind has been blanked of my past.

El: Then why are you still ignoring it? can't you see it yet?

I don't know what you are talking about.

El: Why can't you see me?

You're not real Elizabeth. You're just in my head. Now please understand this feeling of nothing, for is that not death?

El: ...

I know exactly what the angel of death is like, I had a 15 minute conversation with it after all. Even got to see her for five minutes. She's a nice lady, you should have tried talking to her a year ago. She might have finally been able to find you a voice.

El: ...

You know I really like the flower you planted.

El: !

But in order for it to bloom, you must take care of it and not let it wither up inside. Ok?

El: ...

Well, what do you think? Did you like the poems I wrote you?

El: ...

I know it isn't much, but that's what I do for those I love. I know, its crazy to be in love with a ghost huh? But I don't think anything is crazy anymore after being in a psych ward. I knew I was crazy when I just kept calling it 'suicide ward'. I finally chose to gaze beyond our masks and see what lies underneath. I planted that hole so you can plant your flower there For, the love I have recieved is a form of toxic love, and it needed to be removed.

Permanently.

Now, like everyone else I have a hole in my heart wanting for love. And yet I still don't know anything, for that is a philosopher.

El: But, I'm the light from your dream, the one that was shining at the base of your spine. Don't you-
(J:/MEMORY WALLED
E:/What was that?
...
E:/Kid, you there?
e:/Heloooooo?
Boy: Is he gonna do anything?
Fraid not
They say
For the millionth time
not wanting to listen to their heart
It sits
This creature of contemplation
Unable to understand
J:/Posting...