When I lie down in my bed,
I grab my conscience and I shut my eyes tight.
I put my conscience on the left side of me, and I squeeze it - I squeeze it hard.
" I missed you. I missed you so much."
A silent smirk appears on my face.
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Then, I open my eyes; I realize that no one is there.
I realize that all of my friends have left me.
I realize that my heart is melting away, because it has no one to befriend; no one to call her own.
The pillow is just a source - simply a source for the lonely.
" Goodnight, Sadness. " I say.
I spend the rest of the night fighting my tears.
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