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Because of me Looking out the window I see, Another person staring at me, Is it you? Is it me? I can't see clearly. Me, it's me. Holding a black rose, crying. Staring at the picture behind me. My picture is my family. Did they die, should I cry? No, they are alive. Is it me that died? I am crying on the inside. Waiting for my answer on the outside. Yes, I died. Why me? Why did I die.? Next thing I know, a stranger walks into my room. As my ghost held out her hand, The stranger held out a knife. I try to grab my ghost's hand. But I fell out the window. Now I know why I died. My ghost still cried. All because of me.
