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Count to Three

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When I count to three,
The pain will be gone.
But what if I never
Make it to count three.

I get to one,
And I can feel the pressure
That is on my lungs.
They are gasping for air.

I get to two,
And I can hear him,
Yelling at me, because
I shouldn’t have looked at him.

I want to get to three
But my brain freezes,
Because it can’t understand
The pain that falls upon me.

As soon as two is over,
The counting skips back to one
Like a CD or DVD all scratched up
And cannot go on.

When I count to three
The pain will be gone
But I CANNOT
Make it to count three.





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