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I had a dream, that I'd died yesterday.

But my memory defies my dreaming,

'Sorry friend, flaws of my mind win today,'

Ha! You won't get me as long as I'm sad!

Yesterday I cried, lied, but didn't die.

Yesterday I failed, wailed, but still breathe now.

I'll shrink into nothing and wait it out,

But Yesterday, you failed to take me down.

It does make me think, what I leave behind,

Who will know my name and talk of my work?

I'm not Shakespeare, not even close to it,

Not to worry friend, I'm far from deaths grasp.

I'll stay in this space, words to comfort me,

Taunting the possibility of change.

Death may lurk outside these walls inside me, 

But won't reach me whilst I reside in here.

I died yesterday, I simply gave up.

I am no longer the opportunist,

The potential King my family saw,

I died to them, but not to me, not here.

Not where death cannot reach, cannot grasp me.

Like I said, I am no Shakespearian

Prophet of character flaws and sad plays.

Whilst I am sad, I live, to some extent,

Yet I finish true life here, Exeunt.