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One, Two, Three......

One, two, three What the fuck is wrong with me Four, five, six I think my mind is kinda sick Seven, eight, nine Pretending that it will be just fine Ten, eleven, twelve Into my past, please dare not delve Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen My life's obscene Sixteen, seventeen, eighteen A fucking crime scene Nineteen, twenty, On the ground my blood is plenty
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Written by
Pauline_Morris
51 / F
Published
Jan 31, 2016
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20·62
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#depression#pain#judgment#unloved#agony#uncaring#whatiswrongwithme
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