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After he
died,
he haunted
me.
Just me,
no one else.
No one else
could see him
or
hear him
or
feel him
like me.
I still
loved him.
His ghost,
really.
Not him.
They all thought
I was mad.
I was taken
away.
My God,
I pity them--
they thought
it would help?
They thought
he wouldn't haunt
me?
They don't know
ghosts.
They don't know
how he was.
And so,
the beginning
of the end.
--Olivia Asta
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