One cut
Two cuts
Three cuts
Four
Someone's knocking at my door
Five pills
Six pills
Seven pills
Eight
Sorry, I might be a bit late
Nine days
Ten days
Eleven days
Twelve
My food's still sitting on the shelve
Thirteen flush
Fourteen flush
Fifteen flush
Sixteen
Why do they have to be so mean?
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Inside The Mind of A Harmer
PoetryPoems about my life and my issues. *TRIGGER WARNING*