Last night I left a girl behind.
She cried as I walked away.
I left with her the bitter moments that made me who I am,
and the nights that reminded me to take another breath.
She carries with her an innocent heart and a flawless being.
She's one of no hurtful words or harmful thoughts,
and she doesn't know that's what will hurt her the most.
Once, I knew her well.
Not long ago, she died.
Now she's the ghost of who I used to be.
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