Ghost Teacher #109
Ghost Teacher #109
Late at night, I sit alone in my room and I imagine what if things had been different. I know that it's a waste of time but I don't know how to stop thinking about what if he had not died.
I sit here now thinking about the move and how life is vastly different now. We're different people now. I guess we have evolved after the tragedy. Tragedy is a word that adults use to refer to many things that I call life.
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