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May 2018
One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

Fi-

Or...

Was...



It

four?

Better

start

again,

being

safe..



One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

Five.

Six.

Seven.



Start

Again.

Counting.

Every.

Single.

Thing.

He­re.



Cracks.

Wait?

How

long

was

that

there?



One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

Five.

Six.

Seven.
­


Scratching.

Poking.

Prodding.

Anxiety

makes

me

tick.



­Breathe.

One.

Out.

Two.

Breathe.

Three.

Out.



Four.

Brea­the.

Five.

Out.

Six.

Breathe.

Seven.



Haiku.

Seven.

Five­.

Sev-

Five.

Seven.

Five.



Seven

Doesn't

Have

Seven

Freaking

Numbers



Crap.

That

was

six.

Need

to

revise.



Seven.

Six.

Five.

Four.

Three.

Two.

­One.



In.

Out.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

In.



Ignore

it.

But
­
I

Can't.

You

can.



But

I

simply

don't

have

the

strength.



I

just

can't

stop

ticking

right

n­ow.



Help

me.

Gonna

drown

and

die.

Save

me.



Seven.

S­ix.

Five.

Four.

Three.

Two.

One.



Now

it's

too

late

to

save

me.



The

numbers

have

already

won

this

one.
Uhm so this is my first post on here, because I got accepted like two days ago. I know I'm trash btw, and all of my poems are super long. Sorry.
Noon Otto
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Noon Otto  15/Non-binary/Somewhere I shouldn't be
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