I had a dream once that I shot myself in the head. Then, in still in my dream, I woke up the next morning and took care to cover the bullet wound with my hair, and then my dad asked everyone in general if anyone wanted pancakes, and I said no.
The day right after I had this dream, at school, my writer's craft teacher asked us to write eulogies for ourselves. I didn't write one.
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Twinkle, twinkle, little bat
How I wonder where you're at.
Up above the world you fly
Like a tea-tray in the sky.
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