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My body rests in the grave,
and my ghost haunts the one,
who caused my early death.

A year ago it happened so,
out of disappointment and despair,
I was murdered by the one closest to me,
the one I loved the most.

That night was scary and spooky,
the wind was howling,
the branches
whipping against the window.

I had an eerie feeling,
and saw the glow of a sword,
a chill ran down my spine.

I turned to see my friend,
who ran the sword through my body,
And blamed me as the source of her unhappiness.

As I screamed out in agony
and felt the last breath upon me,
as I fell to the ground,
I saw tears upon her face.

Months later I returned,
only to find my friend dead too,
due to the burden of guilt upon her shoulders,
caused due to my murder.