Ghost

Thought I could see clearly. I ignored the “little” things because I just wanted to be loved. You made me believe your faith was strong. That I was a queen. And slowly it began to fade. Now every once and again there is a slight moment of remembrance. But just like the first handful of dirt on the casket being lowered, it is gone. Buried; though my physical shell still lives.

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