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I used to have a name, once upon a time. A name, a face, a gender. Over the years though I've withheld my name and even slightly forgot it for one reason. No one would remember it. No matter what eventually I will cease to exist within your memory. I promise you that no matter who you are or what you are YOU, WILL, FORGET. You can the person with the greatest memory or the person with a terrible memory eventually the invitoble will happen and I'll disappear. For this reason I've just gone by the name Ghost, because like a ghost I just disappear. I have grown so used to being forgotten that it no longer matters if I have a name or not. I CAN try and slow the process down by somehow enforcing that I DO exist, but something else will ALWAYS grab your attention and make me fade into the background. Even to the point that gender no longer matters. At THIS point in time I'm the equivalent to an imaginary friend. I am a betting souly of YOUR imagination. They you picture me in your head is exactly how I look because at the end of the day. All I am. Is a faceless, nameless, being of your imagination
