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Counting

1,2,3,4.
Please stop now, I can’t take more.
5,6,7,8.
Now I actually feel the hate.
9,10,11,12
I always hold in, and keep to myself.
13,14,15,16
I only wish you would have seen,
Everything that you did,
Everything that you said.
How much it hurt, how much my tears fled.
Every time you would go on.
To speak words of hate…
And now I’m gone.





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