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Ella Oct 2017
For many days I have counted
I have seen many things
Sometimes new
Sometimes old
And the worst it sometimes repeats

When I first saw you I knew you were the one
The day I see you again I will likely snap
What is this feeling of need
That I desire?
I have no choice but to stay hidden much more longer
How much will I last I don't know

— The End —