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1 2 3 4

by @brittany-smithpg

My mind is my prison I count to four Everyday all day Don't ask me why its four Or why I count You feel my fingers counting 1 2 3 4 I have to kiss you 4 times before I go I have my routine of 1 2 3 4s I replay conversions in my head 4 times 4 times One it haunt me in my sleep Two it haunts me all day Three it takes me Four it drives me crazy
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