'Let's do something with that mess of hair,'

She mutters low, with daggers in her eyes.

'Shove your hairbrush -- I no longer care

For keeping up this stupid, pointless guise.'

I'm dying, Poet. Don't -- I swear I'll scream.

My entire life is misery and pain.

My name's ____. Juliet's a dream.

Don't you ever call me that again. 

'Julie-- er, _____, I didn't mean

To hurt your feelings -- my apologies;

I didn't realize how bad it's been.'

'You didn't ask!" She screams through coughing wheeze.

'It's pretty clear I'm in this on my own, 

So you should go. Leave me the hell alone.' 

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- Jack