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count, count, counting the numbers will hurt trying to fit into that skirt thinking all of your body is amounting each bite and breath pause to question each piece but you know the battle will never cease the best outcome may result in death everything that you once had will be stripped away the flesh, bone, and skin will make room for that clothes pin until you realize you're in a tailspin but you thought you were really happy anyway
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Apr 30, 2019
Apr 30, 2019 at 2:51 PM UTC
When numbers matter
count, count, counting the numbers will hurt trying to fit into that skirt thinking all of your body is amounting each bite and breath pause to question each piece but you know the battle will never cease the best outcome may result in death everything that you once had will be stripped away the flesh, bone, and skin will make room for that clothes pin until you realize you're in a tailspin but you thought you were really happy anyway
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Apr 30, 2019
Apr 30, 2019 at 2:51 PM UTC
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