i suppose what’s toxic about me is - once i’ve made someone my home, it’s hard to move out. to move on. i think that’s the concept of ghosts - if they were once humans, it’s hard for them to let go of the place they used to find safe, and hard for them to accept it becoming something else. so they stay, grounded solely by the memories. after all, they called this place their own, and to them, it always will be.
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