i lay on my bed,
pencil and paper in hand,
as my loving spirit wanders the room,
then comes back to me,
a dead soul's expression on my face.
i have wandered for so long,
i am not living anymore,
i was writing a poem for my best friends,
but i was murdered without the ability to fight back,
and as my last wish,
please leave my body alone.
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