Jan 13, 2005 14:56
Not sure why, but I wrote a limerick. Even though I don't think I'm depressed, it's sort of depressing, and it doesn't make much sense. But here it is all the same:
Letting Go
True ghosts are like thin air;
you don’t know they are there.
They watch and cry,
but cannot die
or part from worldly cares.
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