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Jul 2013
One, Two, Three you counted on me.
Four, Five Six you ended up in tears.
Seven, Eight, Nine You were tired of my lies.
Ten, Eleven, Twelve you question everything you've ever known.
Now you're counting down to three, two, one you said your life is done.
-D.
Danaca Terlaje
Written by
Danaca Terlaje  California
(California)   
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