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sto·ry[ˈstôrē]NOUNan account of imaginary or real people and events told for entertainment:

Story... Is someone gonna read a story for me before sleep?

After years and years of insomnia, I'm still hoping to get a good night sleep... Afraid to disturb anyone... Afraid to inform anyone about this, this is the ghostly scene

This story is about me...

Cause this is the part where I can stood for myself and just go anywhere I want just to forget everything... Everything is dead.

This story is about me pretending to be okay

This is me fighting for my life, This is me pretending to be just fine but I'm dying. I don't deserve this and I'm dying because of it

Trying to be fine and I'm just tired of pretending to be just fine.

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Mom, Dad... I'm depressed.

 All my heroes died so what's the story for? Is someone gonna save him from this? You had all of my sleepless nights, Why can't you just let me sleep?

Run to the cabinet. Grab the sleeping pills... You need it, You need to sleep

Count: One, Two, Three, Four... Is this enough?

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I'm trying to be a better person but I had a speech like the way Midas was speechless when he turned to gold

Is this real? 

I'm waiting for them and they didn't come... Still sitting in my chair while everyone told me it was a sad light... Still fantasizing about staying here forever.

Count: One, Two, Three, Four... I guess this isn't enough, Five, Six, Seven, Eight... This is enough

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Ending

Goodnight, I hope you'll understand that this is what I really wanted. I'm happy now.

Somewhere in Barn Street a dead body was found and based in autopsy report it was from a "Fever Dream" caused by too much Sleeping Pills. In short, it was the effect of the overdose and a note was found dictating his last sentence "Goodnight, I hope you'll understand that this is what I really wanted. I'm happy now."