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Am I alive?
That's a... difficult question to answer.
I was murdered in 1994. I was 6.
But I'm not six now. I'm 23. Soon to be 24.
I don't look 6, I don't act 6. I'm not a child and perhaps never will be again.
People expect ghosts to not age, and so either they're wrong or something's really messed up with me. Because I'm not like I was then. I'm not--- I'm not going there.
I'm alive. But I'm dead. I'm here. But I'm not. I can't leave, but I can live day-to-day.
Or maybe it's just that I can't rest in peace, yet.
That's a... difficult question to answer.
I was murdered in 1994. I was 6.
But I'm not six now. I'm 23. Soon to be 24.
I don't look 6, I don't act 6. I'm not a child and perhaps never will be again.
People expect ghosts to not age, and so either they're wrong or something's really messed up with me. Because I'm not like I was then. I'm not--- I'm not going there.
I'm alive. But I'm dead. I'm here. But I'm not. I can't leave, but I can live day-to-day.
Or maybe it's just that I can't rest in peace, yet.
