37. Nightmare

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One day,

I was dying,

Laid on my death bed,

Few seconds to live,

Sadly,

No one was crying,

No one was there,

I was all alone,

Like I'd always been,

So I cried for myself.

And I was their for me,

Also kept myself company,

My last words to myself,

"I love me".

Then woke up.

Just another nightmare.

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