I was haunting you, for so long, that I forgot that I became a ghost too. — Melissa Jennings, Afterlife
I was haunting you, for so long, that I forgot that I became a ghost too. — Melissa Jennings, Afterlife
I was haunting you, for so long, that I forgot that I became a ghost too. — Melissa Jennings, Afterlife
I was haunting you, for so long, that I forgot that I became a ghost too. — Melissa Jennings, Afterlife
I was haunting you, for so long, that I forgot that I became a ghost too. — Melissa Jennings, Afterlife
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I was haunting you, for so long, that I forgot that I became a ghost too.

— Melissa Jennings, Afterlife
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More “Emptiness” Quotes

The artist's job is not to succumb to despair but to find an antidote for the emptiness of existence. — Woody Allen
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To create emptiness in your heart, let it go with love and fill it with infinite love. — Debasish Mridha
By giving up what you are holding, you create emptiness to receive. — Debasish Mridha
Poems can getsleepless tooand becomethe loneliest thingin the universe. — Sanober Khan
If you can admit that you haven't yet understood everything,faith can fill the emptiness in heart to confront the hesita — Toba Beta, Betelgeuse Incident: Insiden Bait Al-Jauza
If I scan the expanse of my heart and find it empty of everything except emptiness, it is because I ‘poured’ the whole o — Craig D. Lounsbrough
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