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Dear  my greatest frenemy fear,

I killed you in my imagination.

I saw your body lay, lifeless, dead.

And I'm sure if high self esteem exist,

They would also had been 

paying their respects, 

whispering good night, 

seeing your reaction 

would had been priceless.

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