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- Your boss is talking to himself. And with ghosts. He was crying from self-pity, and it's not a dream. He really went to the roof.
- And what are you, a psychologist or a drug Lord? Because I get confused all the time.

To get rid of Stahl - it is necessary to stop the hunt for his Ghost.

In a pursuit of illusive thread in the non-existent matter out of itself, out of the blue.

Leave thoughts of freedom and of a life beyond these walls, or the ghosts of the past which will not return, will destroy you.

When I heard that sound
When the walls came down
I was thinking about you
About you
When my skin grows old
When my breath runs cold
I'll be thinking about you
About you
When I run out of air to breathe
It's your ghost I see
I'll be thinking about you, about you
It was almost love it was almost...
When I heard this sound,
When the walls fell,
I was thinking about you,
About you.
When my skin get old
When my breath begins to be cold,
I'll be thinking about you
About you.
When I run out of air to breathe
It's your Ghost I see
I'll be thinking about you, about you.
It was almost love it was almost...

The Internet is the most suitable place for the occurrence of Ghost stories. Glowing in the deep night, the laptop screen; voices from another world... more I admire how much we now depend on the virtual world; those that we are in this virtual world tie; from the communities that we create there; from the people with whom we come into contact there, although in real life, probably, had with them, and not meet again. This world can be a friendly feast, and the most lonely place in the world. It all depends on perception.
To me, the internet seems the natural place for a certain kind of ghost story. The late-night glow of the laptop screen; voices from another world... I found myself becoming increasingly fascinated by our growing dependence on the virtual world; the relationships we build there, the communities we create and the connections we make with people we may never meet in real life. This world can be a feast of friends, or the loneliest place on the planet. It's all a matter of perspective.

The gray at the temples - not a sign of wisdom, it is a sign of premature old age!

... In whit the souls of the dead returned. Unless, of course, there is.

Only plagued by the ghosts of the tortured soul.

A little bit special.
A little bit strange.
Not quite alive, but certainly not...
.. can a person be called dead if in the end he didn't die? If you're still alive, who returns from there?