This poem (can I really call this one a poem) in a conversation format, my speech is in italics, the bold is the other persons speech.
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What is it?
I don't know.
Really?
Really.
You must...
I don't.
Come on...
Help.
Help?
Help me please.
How?
I don't know.
I can't, then.
(silence)
Come on...
Kill me.
What?
I want to die.
Don't be silly...
(silence)
Well, I've got things to do.
Don't leave me.
Bye.
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