Death

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A shiver blows as I stand waiting

Waiting to take my last breath

I never thought, as a child

That it would come so soon

I had always been a happy kid

Smart, with good friends

But, that didn't change anything

It didn't change the way I felt about myself

I was insecure

I didn't fit in

I was an outcast...

My mother once told me,

How much she loved me

It meant a lot back then

And it means even more now

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