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Dec 2018
i get obsessed too easily
staring at the numbers
1, 2, 3
waiting for a new one to come up
for each number is a person
and for each number is a heart
and a mind
telling me, "you're worth it
"this is worth it
"your work is your worth"
and it makes me happy
sometimes
all the time
depends on the time
sorry,
this poem isn't that great
but numbers are, aren't they
1
2
3
1
2
3
1
2
1
2
1
1
1
.
believe me, i dont know what this is either, im currently in a really gloomy mood and this is my best attempt at making myself feel better by doing a ****** job at smth im good at. go figure
Written by
ruqayyah  19/F
(19/F)   
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