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One, two, three, order
Finger points every direction
Repeated echoes of hate
Narrowing down own voice

A shot through the head
Gratefulness as a blank
Murals of mistakes
Four, five, six, pride

Stabbed in the heart
Self-pitied drowning
Seven, eight, nine, ego
Incompetent, per se

Facade twists in seconds
Loving, caring, happy
Ten, eleven, twelve, split
Hurtful, angry, mad
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Scars, wounds, alcohol
Flows, rushes, passes
Numb, deaf, blind
Three, two, one, suicide

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