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For years, I stood at your grave, thinking you were dead. The love of my life, gone forever. Inconsolable, my only retreat was 'talking' to you. Then, a hand was on my shoulder, and I looked up to see you. In my excitement to see you again, I forgot that you were dead. But are you a ghost, or are you actually alive?
I'm the girl who stands at the grave.
If someone wants to join, I'll post a template.