The Ghosted, Ghosting

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I was ghosted so much at one point, I started doing it to others. But not at first. No, at first, I was offended. Flabbergasted.
How can you not face me and tell me it’s over? Was the thought percolated in my head over and over months after it happened?
I can’t believe I gave these people so much energy. I even wrote poems about it. Gosh, I’m completely embarrassed.