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My Room

Sitting once again as if summoned
every hour, every minute
feeling cold, heartless, all alone

Then as if following me
each time I sit, I see
my friend

A friend who asks nothing of me ... a mother
A friend who I can never disappoint ... a father
A friend who I can always trust and feel welcome around ... people

Knowing that this friend will
always be around to comfort
and support me

Knowing that each time I sit
My friend knows me better
and welcomes me more

I thank you my friend
and once more call out
my ever-growing love and warmth for you

As you call to me

I thank you Death ...
My one true friend
My friend.

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