I miss who I used to be—
tell me where can she be found?
where does she lie buried?
where did they tether her grave?

She who shed tears like Neptune shedding diamonds,
her pain precious to behold
a testimony of the daggers in her chest
that they buried without a second thought.

Her face shone in the lone lamplight,
placid, fatigued and tired
her heart thumped in fear all the time
'cause she knew not whom to trust.

She could have been longanimous,
plotting for vengeance with her pain as fuel
could've chosen to become bitter
should've stopped giving a damn about this world.

But her greatest sin was that she cared too much,
so much so that they decided to kill her
put her in an unmarked grave
and left her to the harsh elements.

I took her place, a mere husk,
numb, shattered and a mess
missing the girl who was so full of life
but was left alone to drown in her own tears.

My heart breaks for her—
yes, I am a ghost haunting myself.

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