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As I stood at the the funeral I was not  supposed to be

People drowned me, suffocating me more than she

She, who lay in the coffin, lying cold and still

She, who had already drowned, because she did not know how to swim

Covered in the back, too afraid of my surroundings

I braved a step ahead, ignoring all the frowings

Murmurs and whispers filled my ears

All compliments and regrets form people over here

Needlessly pushing aside people whom I never knew

I braved steps ahead towards her; someone whom I did knew

'She was such a beautiful soul'

'Oh what a lovely girl was she'

'How brave and strong she was'

'Oh how utterly sorry are we'

How funny people save compliments for you after you're dead

Handing you only insults, spewing hate when you're alive

Taking advantage of my invisibility, I reached and looked down at she

She, who wore my dress

And looked as dead a person can be

I looked down at myself, not finding any similarity

As the eulogies started, I stared in disbelief

At the people who once called me a bitch, now call me a fairy

And as I stodd facing the people

Who sat facing the sleeping me

I wondered if we would ever be here in the first place

If they had only told me

What they're telling each other today

About me

 

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