The Ghost

There is a ghost in my room.

I talk to her all athe time.

She is only fourteen years old.

She was killed by her best friend.

She was in love with him.

He killed her after he raped her.

She looks so lonely.

One day she said she "was going away"

When I asked her "why?"

All she would say was "I still love him. I must find him"

She and I both knew that it was a lost cause.

But still she went.

To this day I don't know where she went.

But I dont know I miss her.

This poem is about: 
Me

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