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12-30-17

One, two, I'm worried for you
Three, four, shut the goddamn door!
Five, six, you better leave me quick
Seven, eight, let's get on thing straight
Nine, ten STOP!

Stop the counting
Stop the rhyming
Stop the repetitive nature you've come to posses
Stop thinking, and just breathe, look out your window and breathe

See those flowers, dull and lifeless, they miss you presence
Your family, awaiting outside your locked door, pounding down, afraid to hear the sudden crack

A single tear roll down your face, and when you try to touch your lone stream of feelings, you scream.
Pain, excruciating pain
Black, slimy goo pours from your eyes turning into a dark waterfall
Looking around, you see nothing but death and darkness

It's too late...

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again, sorry. I've been really sad lately...I promise they get happier

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